” Philipe replied. “He would be watching from behind the…” He paused searching for the term, “behind the glory hole?”“Yes Sir, watching ...uietly, you wouldn’t know he was there.” I gave time for Philippe to consider.“I would require the usual discretions Ben. I don’t want him to see me. No photos and so forth. I trust you of course but I want to be very clear. You understand?”“Yes Sir. If you prefer not to have him that is fine, I don’t mind I just thought I should ask.”“It’s okay Ben. A one off. " I don't think he heard me and I saw one of his buddies slap him ahigh five as he walked away from me.In class I was so nervous, it was a kind of nervousness I had never feltbefore. I could lie about the purpose of the mini-skirt and pretendpeople were wrong to think I was wearing pantyhose, and hide my redpolished fingernails, but it was impossible to pretend I wasn't wearingred lipstick. Girls were asking me what shade of lipstick it was and Itold them it was called 'berry'. When. There were a few men in there just standing around creepy like. I was looking for the live girls and I couldn't find any so I walked into a booth and shut the door behind me, clicked through the movie selections a bunch of times until I found one that was good quality. landed on a nice interracial dude had a massive bbc and the chick was really working that cock with her mouth, idk if it was the porn or the idea of being in a new strange place but I was really turned on. my cock was so hard. I. Mark paced around his room frantically, trying to figure out just what in the world had happened. * * * It had started out as a regular day of college. Mark had slammed his phone alarm into oblivion and pulled himself out of bed, collapsed halfway to the bathroom. After perfunctorily splashing some water on his face, he walked into the miniature kitchen to get something to eat before he had to leave. He cooked a simple cheddar omelet and put it between two pieces of toast. As he turned from the.