With a sudden show of complete calm, I dropped my Zippo on the floor, putting a nasty dent in the tip right corner, the first dent in the previously p...istine lighter."Sorry about that, I was thinking."Carefully, I opened the lid and flipped the thumb-wheel and ... nothing. Quickly I flipped it again, and again, and ... still nothing. I looked up to see the bartender lighting her cigarette with a book of bar matches.Giving me a smile to die for, she said, "You're smooth, I'll give you that.. Sue pointed out that Jack had to rest for about 30 minutes before he could perform again, so Anne was resigned to her enforced delay before entering heaven, which she was sure that she would experience.It was obvious that Susan would want to sign up, even if she did have to shave her pussy, but Anne would not commit until she had been given a ride to paradise. That was not surprising, but Sue had planned to postpone her sales pitch until both women had experienced Jack. That was the real. “Massage,” she said sternly. “Huh,” I replied. “Don’t make me ask you again, massage my feet and stop ogling them,” she said firmly. I started to massage her feet as she went through the problematic account but I didn’t care. All I could think about was her feet. “So, I’m guessing you like this?” she said casually as it was nothing. “Yes, Sam,” I replied. Trying to hold back the urge of grabbing her feet and fucking them until I cum. I started to breathe heavily as she moved her foot closer. I'd certainly heard of gloryholes before, but I had never encountered one until today. They were holes about seven inches around, with duct tape along the sides. The walls were, as I expected, lewd to say the least.I wiped off the toilet, placing ripped off squares of toilet paper along the edge of the seat, pissing as I read the nasty things scrawled on the wall. Obviously a lot of men used this stall to get sucked on by what I presumed to be other guys at the time. Crusty semen stains caked.