He rubbed it over my face while I swallowed what was in my mouth then spat full into my face. "Do you likethat slave?" "Yes sir" "want more slave" "ye... please sir". This time he snorted up a massive lump of phlegm and spread my mouth wide with two fingers. I stuck my tongue out between his fingers and he spat it right onto my tongue. It was so thick; I gagged slightly but swallowed it down and showed him. He slapped his dick on my tongue, called me a filthy whore then lent over me and lowered. Gotta love it!Then he was finished. He left the booth, said something to a guy waiting outside, and I was ready to go again.OK, so that gets me to number three. About that time I lost track of who I was blowing, or the details. Cocks just kept coming through the gloryhole and I just kept sucking them. I know I gave at least 5 blowjobs, probably more like 7 or 8. I remember there was one guy, maybe more than one, who wanted to fuck me. And I wasn't ready to go there, but maybe another time.The. " said the guy who had watched without saying a word. I was so happy that I was going to get more."I'll catch up with you," he said. The others left. I watched them leave, and then turned the guy sitting on the bed."Get up on the bed" he said. I got up off my knees, which now ached from the hard floor. "I'm Debo," he said as he got up off the bed and stood in front of me. Next, he took off his shoes."You are one hot little find." he said. "Was that your first time?"I only nodded. He was still. He wasn’t the least bit shy and didn’t seem to mind my watching him do his stretches. In fact, he seemed to expect it.Our houses were about thirty feet higher than the beach and were so close together that we shared stairs down to the beach and our decks were only separated by a low railing. After I’d openly watched him return from his run for a week, I tossed him a cold bottle of Lemon Lime Gatorade when he got to the top of the stairs, saying, “You look like you need this.”“Thanks,” he.