"Will you be touching this cock?" I said, trying to sound as sexy as I could. I ran my tongue over my lips."Yeah I'll be touching it," he said, pullin... my head back onto his cock again. He started to thrust harder into my mouth, making my eyes water as I choked on it, and he kept talking in time with each thrust."I'll" Thrust "Touch my cock" Thrust "And you'll pull down" Thrust "Your panties" Thrust "And I'm going to jam. My cock. In you. So hard. So fucking haaaaaauh uh uh"His voice twisted,. It was remarkably dull. Every page was nothing but newsprint, with no photographs or cartoons of any kind. She commented on this to Faith. ‘Illustrations of any kind are forbidden by the Sodomite religion,’ Faith told them sternly. ‘I suppose it’s different where you are, but here it is firmly forbidden to see images, painted, drawn, filmed or photographed.’ ‘Is that why you have no telly?’ ‘I’ve no idea what you mean,’ sighed Faith impatiently. ‘No television. Just a radio,’ continued Sharon,. My brain was in over load. Between the movie and this strange man touching me. I couldn't say a word, as I watched him unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper. My dick feel a little better as he opened my pants. His hand was cool as he reached in my underwear. I heard him moan very nice, as he felt my hairless crotch. Using his other hand he pulled down my underwear enough to pull out my little stiff dick. Leaning closer to me he said, you have a wonderful dick. All I could do was watch. He. There were 2 men on one woman penetrating her in her both holes. I wished; I was one of them men and locked the door from inside. I was so absorbed in the show that I did not even think if anybody was in the booth next to mine. My cock was ultra-hard and I had pulled it out for slow stroking and enjoying the flick on the screen. I had the video sound on very low and so I could hear the door to the next booth open and close. I groped my shaft and balls a bit tight and just could not tell if.