There are 10 video booths in back and half of them are connected by gloryholes.I've been there a couple of times in the past to jerk off. I love the i...ea of being watched. I've left the doors cracked before and masterbated. Once, I knew someone watched me through the door. Another time, someone watched through a gloryhole. (Maybe I should have stuck my cock through to get a blowjob?) Yesterday, a blowjob is exactly what I wanted.I got to the ABS and paid to get into the booths. Nobody else was. She felt herself perched on the pinnacle of the largest orgasm of her short life and clung to him like a baby opossum clings to its mother at breast feeding time. “Aaaaiiiiieeee!” she screamed again, as she felt like the top of her head was blowing off. This time, her scream was one of pleasure. Big Bear rammed his big cock hard into her, reaching the depths of her cunt and stretching it quite a bit in the process. She came off again like a firecracker. She could feel hot spurts of his. My eyes were closed when he kissed me.My nails dug into his shoulders and my left foot came off the flooring.He paused and drew his lips away. I followed and kissed his lips asdeeply as he had kissed mine. After a minute we drew apart and looked ateach other. I am not sure who had the most lipstick on, me or him. Ihanded him a hankie from my purse and I went inside the closed in part ofthe viewing area and took my compact and lipstick out and redid what wehad undone.Wordlessly Jacque took my. Within thirty minutes, I was in the trading room. The scene was totally chaotic, I had never seen panic selling on such a scale. "Sell, sell, sell," was the only word anyone was shouting down the phones. I turned on my trading screens they were a sea of red. I was in trouble because nearly all my investments were on the far east markets. I joined the chorus of, "sell, sell, sell."At 8 am the London markets opened we were all praying for a miracle which did not come. By the end of the day which.