It felt way better than when I did it at home, perhaps I had a voyeuristic streak in me. I let out a soft moan and I knew I was close so I rapped quic...ly on the wall to let her know. She must not have heard me or chose to continue, as her hand continued to stroke my dick up and down. My body was fully pressed against the wall and my hips were thrust out and pressed hard against the wall to allow the maximum length of my dick to be tugged. I felt my balls tighten and my penis swell and I let out. Her hair was darkand long and dropped to her shoulders in luscious waves. ‘What canI get you both?’, she asked, her voice gentle and soft. I couldsee that you were attracted to her instantly. Your skin flushed alittle and your eyes widened. I enjoyed secretly watching youbecome aroused as your mind drifted to naughtier things. I lookedat the waitress to see that she too appeared to be drawn to you,her body language, the way she was looking at you, suggested somesort of attraction. You. ’ ‘Ah progress. Isn’t this fun? Now Mister Rupert, what do you do for a living?’ Eric was beginning to get warm. He began to loosen his tie but stopped when he received a rather stern look, no doubt prompted by his unrehearsed action. (Eric had another flashback to the telephone conversation in which the blonde had told him that it was absolutely imperative that he not only be hygienic for the filming, but also presentable. She went on to explain that presentable was considered to be a dress. After a few minutes he asked me to stand up and grab the bench. It was one of the bigger booths that had a padded bench instead of a chair. I could easily lay on it if I wanted. So I bent over and put my hands on the bench. He stood behind me and started groping my ass, rubbing my thighs and reaching under and rubbing my cock and balls through my pantyhose. I was starting to moan because it felt so good. Then I felt his cock rubbing against my hose covered ass. I started to turn around to suck.