It was a busy place thiscity and I felt slightly over awed by what was around me every thing wasso busy and built up.I started to feel claustrophobic ...t being surrounded by these buildingsand I started looking for an open space. Every way I turned there werebuildings they seemed to be closing in on me and I felt the need tostart running from them. Slowly the buildings gave way to the signs ofan open space. It seemed a little strange though this place was lit bybright sunlight where the rest of. Then there'd been the crush of the various theater's crowds forming rugby scrums we had to struggle through. And there was some kind of security alert at the station -- with the several diehard IRA factions, it seems there's always some kind of threat. This one had, for no apparent reason, shut off power to the station's lifts. Lacking the usual escalators, that meant a long spiraling journey down a cramped staircase. My wife and I were both pooped by the bottom. When the train pulled in, we. I broke the kiss long enough to check the cameras, still not working.Jamal started to undo my pants, I grabbed his wrist. When I saw my hand on his, I became intrigued with the contrast. Jamal kissed me again; I felt my panties getting wet.Jamal's tongue wrestling with mine got me excited. I reached for the tie string on Jamal's sweatpants, when I felt my pant's being slid down. Jamal broke the kiss, checking the cameras to be sure the light was out. Jamal had me on the floor in seconds; I. "Feels like something's coming between us," she remarked and pressed her palm against my already hard member."I had a tingle all evening anticipating this very event," I replied."Anticipation is good." She untied the belt of my robe and slid it off my shoulders. I lay on the towel on my left side and drew up my knees.What followed were the usual preliminaries -- a hot soapsuds enema followed by a large-volume, clear-water rinse.I approached her in my robe and we embraced. "Feeling cleaned out?".