My k**s and husband have no clue to my secret. This just made my cunt tingle. You may wonder how a normal suburban housewife got into doing gloryholes... It all started for me in high school on a dare. It was my final year of high school and me and my two best friends were driving around evening with nothing to do. We passed by this adult bookstore and decided to go in and see what it was like. We were checking it out and made our way to one of the booths and paid our money and went in. A movie. But then he smiled and his hard appearance made way for a reassuring friendliness. Seeing his face clearly, I’d say he was somewhere in his forties.‘‘So, what happens next?’’ he said.How was I to know what to do in a situation like this? In all fairness, I had hoped he would be the one guiding me. But then I retrieved my courage and I said: ‘‘You pay up first, then we get to business.’’‘‘Fair enough.’’ He took his wallet out and counted the money. ‘‘Your friend told me two fifty, is that okay. Terry was truly unsuitable.”“You ever said so.”“Saying so worked so well for the Capulets, it’s a pity more parents don’t try it. No, dear. And he was perfectly suitable for a boyfriend and dance partner. He was so staid; he would have never done as your life partner. I waited, and you saw that. Then you went back to being a high-school dating couple. The hardest part of parenting is knowing when to hold back. And, really, we felt more comfortable when he was taking your time. He never tried to. Away from the Brothel. Our own flat. We could cook dinner together. We could watch television together, stretched out on the sofa. We could share the evenings together in the parks and cafés..." And best of all we could make love all night together! With no fear of other people knowing what we do. And with no obligations to anyone else at all!" exclaimed Binta, taking Ana's ear in her mouth and running her tongue around its crevices. "Wouldn't that be perfect!"Ana blushed. Binta was so right..