We had to stop, but really could we? He said he thought it was time to go and I agreed. We started to walk back to our hotel in the -2 crisp night my ...ind racing wondering. He pulls me into a store door way right on main street of this sleepy little town. Pressing me up against the glass back to kissing me hot heavy deep. I can not tell you how manytime i had dreamed of this. I let my hand brush his bulge and at that point he must have known that the game was on. He reached up and firmly cupped. How about, in the last minute or so, I start oiling my body? What would be great if the lights could include something like flickering firelight. If we start having assistants, I could work in one putting down some candles and handing me the oil, or even rubbing it on. With lights, it should make it clear that it is oil. For the very last move, I dribble it between the cheeks of my ass, rub a little with a finger, then line up a finger to go into my asshole -- and cut the lights there."Hot! I. This had confirmed the office gossip about him. Then he began to cry, which was a bit too much for me. “Please don’t mention a word about what had happened between the two of us in the office. That would add insult to injury," he pleaded between sobs. “You can rely on that.” I said quite angrily. I got dressed and stormed out with his cum leaking back out of me and I was as cranky as all hell. I checked my phone and found a Uber car was close by, and booked it. On the way home I began to think.. He looked at the video when I got back there, opened it and then took me to a booth. When I got in, I saw the holes he was talking about, and then the video came on. I had picked out a damn freak show. There was a woman whose boobs were so big and so fake that they looked like giant ballons, and eventually she was surrounded by more and more guys that just walked up to her and jacked off on her. It took forever, and believe me I was so uncomfortable. More than once I wondered what the hell I.