She’s kinda hot, and you said she’s someone you wouldn’t mind joining us,” I replied.“Ok, you wanna beat off thinking about fucking the two ...luts in your living room, or do you want to fuck us?” she asked.“That’s a dumb question. Of course, I want to fuck you,” I told her.“Well, tonight’s your chance. She’s ok with it, but you have to start it with her. She’s in the kitchen drying the dishes. Go get things started and I’ll wait for you in here,” Leslie said, coming over to the bed.“Are you. They kissed for a long time, and exchanged phone numbers. A month or two later, I asked her if she had ever gotten together with him. She said he and some of his friends came over once, but she never heard from him again.This is a brief summary of my experiences with the "Glory Hole, and the Porn Theatre" experience. What are yours? I would be quite interested in hearing from different women.How did they come to go to these places?How did the experience feel to them?Did they just allow fondling. They pooled their slugs to hire guards, and negotiated rates with the landlord. They fought off other families that encroached and took revenge when one of them got attacked. They kept the worst cruelties out. Family loved you when no one else would. Not quite as bonded as heart-friends, family came a close second for Benni, but not always so for others who were willing to toss away kinship in one family for a more lucrative offer.The seeker materialized at Benni's elbow with a smirk on his. I opened the door and called to Lu to tell her he was coming. She looked around the corner and smiled at me that smile she gives when she has mischief on the mind… I chuckled lightly and asked what she was doing? She said nothing. She was wearing a blue mini she loved to wear during our photo sessions and a light see thru mesh top. You could see her nipples poking through the spaces. I always love it when she dresses like this. I was about to walk in when she put out her hand to tell me to wait.