His hand was moving almost faster than I could see. ‘So much for a slow start then,’ I thought. He was sitting back on the sofa, eyes closed conce...trating on wanking himself off. I was puzzled. I hadn’t driven 20 odd miles to sit in front of a 70s Television playing a crap 80s porn film to crack one off with a guy I didn’t really know. I could have done that at home. Obviously the guy bit couldn’t have been done at home, but you get meaning. I continued rubbing myself with my right hand and. She suggested we room together so we’ll know someone from the beginning. I’ll get to know her on the flight.”I asked, “What time do you two meet?”She quietly said, “At six thirty.”“Wow! I better get on the road so you can pack and get to bed and sleep.” I thought. “What about your car?”“I’m getting a limo to pick me up, meet her and then take us both to the airport. Her guy will drive her to the office since they live together.” She smiled. “As much as I hate to say it, you’re right. I will. I'll have to have a shower and try to get all of that dog junk off me.” I answered. “Too bad their wasn't a way to get all that doggy sperm cleaned out or maybe shoved deeper inside of me so it wouldn't be dripping out and also shoved way down my throat into my stomach.” I moaned thinking how at the museum the guys had tried to ram that doggy stuff into my ass and down my throat. The only thing was they ended up shooting their own loads into me instead. Now Hank had done the same with my. I asked Keith what was a viewing booth.”A glory hole,” Keith replied.”What’s a glory hole?” I asked Inquisitively.Keith laughed telling me for a slut I had lived a sheltered life. He told me to trust him as Ms. K was going to love it. Keith parked near where a small group of men was standing. All were looking at this monster SUV. The men were standing facing my side of the SUV.Keith smiled as he asked, ”If I was ready to start the show?””I was born ready,” I replied smiling.That slut in me sort.