Again, at this time I didn’t know anything about gloryhole etiquette so didn’t know what this meant. As the fingers withdrew I bent down and looke... through the flap. On the otherside was a man sat down, trousers round his ankles and he was stroking his cock. I quite like watching guys stroke so my eyes were fixed on the action on the other side of the booth wall. I was also intrigued to know if the same thing was happening in the booth on the other side so I opened that flap, but the room was. Paul stood in the doorway waiting for me. "Come on, Lisa. We're going to be late," he left the room and I heard his footsteps receding down the stairs.It hurts getting kicked in the cunt. I don't know how it feels for guys, getting it in the balls, but if it's half as bad as being busted in the cunt, they have my sympathy. I was a little shaky going down the stairs in 3" heels with my hands cuffed behind my back. Having sharp little bolts of pain lance through my pelvis with each downward step. I looked down at her tits, her white bra holding them on display perfectly. Paula reached up and pulled my shorts down, my cock bulging in my boxers."Well, I can see I've definitely caused something to stir." Paula advanced, pushing her bra covered tits against my bulge, I could feel her heat pressing against me as she removed my shorts completely."Sit on the bed," she ordered, a command I was more than happy to obey. She let her blouse drop to the floor, her hands went behind her to unclasp. It is quiet in the room as they watch and they hear her humming as my cock slips deeper and deeper in her mouth, her cheeks show the outline of it poking at the back of her throat. I grab her hair, holding her with my cock deep down her throat, face fucking her hard. She does not gag, merely keeps opening her mouth in gasps to catch her breath. I pull it out letting the tip just touch her lips, and again, her tongue flicks out and swirls around the tip but this time, she reaches behind me and.