He lived pretty close to me, and was also interested in meeting up with a like minded individual for some no strings attached ass fucking. Well, this ...as what I was into, so I replied and agreed to meet up. Over the next few days we exchanged details, he was a South African who had come over here several years ago and he worked for the local council. He was actually gay, but was definitely a top, and enjoyed ploughing into other men's assholes. Again, this suited me perfectly. Then he sent me a. Then both had a hole so I went to another, and I found out all the booths had holes. So I settled on a booth in a dark corner, and went in and found a good movie to stroke to. Every time I would hear a door open or close I would stop and wait a few moments to insure no one was next to me, before I started stroking again. Before long I hear the door in the booth next to me open and close and get locked. I stopped and sat still waiting for the person next to me to leave, so I could continue. . Actually I have one in my desk drawer under my secret pending file, which has often given me a real good wanking thrill. The boss thought that was the best way to discourage her in distributing the copies, that her penance should be suffering the embarrassment of all and sundry seeing her ass. It looked a little flat though, where she had been sitting too firmly, but nevertheless it was seriously captivating and I bet I am not the only one to have wanked to it too. I know for certain one of. "Before calling Lindsey's mom, I asked around hoping some of the staff would clue me in about Maria Blumenthal. The female staff said she was a bitch. The men faculty said she can be very accommodating. But their expressions suggested that there was more to Maria Blumenthal than just accommodating. I wondered, Why there was such a difference in opinions and why the allusive expressions? I took the middle ground and figured on her being amenable. I called Mrs. Blumenthal on Thursday for a Friday.