And I got it. I pulled my mouth from his cock and licked up what juices had escaped from my mouth. He started to take off the blindfold, but I told h...m not to. The night was not over yet. I still had some nice surprises in mind. He smiled at me and laid back on the bed and got comfortable. I told him he had made a mess and he had to clean it up because I couldn't. He started to sit up, but I put my hands on his chest and laid him back down. He asked, "What mess do I have to clean up? I was. So much of his cum oozed out of the corners of my mouth that I had cum all over my chin and neck when he was done. There is something so hot about being in that dark little booth with another man's hard dick in my mouth and sucking on it. Sucking his dick and eating his cum from his balls. A man that not only do I not know but a man that most of time I don't even know what he looks like. But I know that his dick feels good in my mouth and his cum tastes good when it fills my mouth. And that. "Then she kissed me. Not a physical connection kiss, but a soul kiss. And if you don't know the difference, you've never been in love. She had me and knew it when she stopped us."I'm so hot right now if Pierre wasn't here I'd start a new style of mile high club."Pierre, of course heard us and grinned. "It is not uncommon, madame. If you wish, I can face away from you, and I have sound dampening earphones."Tempted, we declined. Even enclosed, with a small heater going, it was still below. When Andi was getting ready to leave, he and Moe had a bit more conversation.“I really would like to get outta this place,” Andi started.“You should move to my city,” Moe said.“It sounds cool.”“You’d love it. And niggas there would love you too.”“Really,” the sissy beamed.“Hell yeah! Just need to change yo’ name.”“Huh?”“Hold on,” Moe held up a finger while grabbing his phone. “You should call yourself ‘Bon Bon’.”“Ooh I like it!”“Yeah! It’s a good fag name!”That night was forever emblazoned in.