I’m supposed to be straight.“It’s all good.” He had a comforting tone in his voice that made me ease up. “It’s all good.” I was still lo...nging on the table, and felt like this cigarette wasn’t long enough. I was trying to process what just happened. I blew a guy. I made a guy cum. In my mouth. What does that mean? And why the fuck am I hard?At this point, my dick was throbbing so hard that it seemed to be draining the energy from the rest of my body. Each time my heart beat, my pants seemed to. He went to his closet and said he found it but wasn't tall enough to reach. I saw a stool and brought it to him. He asked me to try and reach. I stood on the stool and reached for it while on my tippy toes. I got it down but my whole ass got exposed again. I felt a bit of warmth as his hands cupped my butt cheeks and then slid to my hips. He lifted me off the stool and watched as my dress fell to cover my crotch. He said thank you and asked me to leave his room. I went back to the kids but I. She just made a “humph” sound and continued her work. As I stroked my cock she began playing around my ass a little more and couldn’t help but rub over my shaft tip once in awhile. As she did I would give out a little groan and then stick my cock back even further for her to grab. But to my surprise, instead she stopped rubbing my ass with the heel of her hand and replaced it with the tip of one finger. Rubbing the spot between my balls and ass she asked me if that felt good. I grunted in. He walked up the corridor, which was lined with booths. A light above the door of each booth indicated whether or not the booth was occupied; if the light was on, it meant it was occupied. There were signs saying, "NO LOITERING, NO SMOKING," and "ONLY ONE PERSON PER BOOTH." However the presence of several men lurking in the hallways, some of whom were smoking, led the man to believe the rules were not rules at all. As he rounded the corner toward the back he was surprised to see a blonde in a.