Take a couple of pictures of Joy covered in sperm and acting like a slut. I like to stick these pictures on the wall and write a message next to them....(Slut Joy had 20 cocks at the glory hole today.) These type messages are written all over the glory hole booth, but when accompanied with a picture of the slut covered in cum it’s way more exciting, especially when we come back and the pictures are gone. I like to think some pervert is jerking off to those pictures somewhere.I use my cell phone. .Katie maintained her hold on me as I rolled slowly to my side, still locked like a vice inside of her tiny body. She was drenched with sweat, beads of perspiration clung to her face and bosom. I kissed her softly and heard a slight sigh escape her lips as I did. Slowly I pulled my cock out, and felt her muscles relax. Still, she maintained her tight grip on me. I felt my cock slowly slide out from her and heard a slight "plop" as we disengaged.I think we must have fallen to sleep for a while. ‘I love you, Peggy. I always have, even while you were gone. When you love someone like that, even a break-up doesn’t change things. I loved you that day on the bridge, and I loved you while you were gone. That part of me hasn’t changed. The way I show it—I hope that has, but not the feeling.’ That was not the Jack she knew. That was not the Jack she’d expected. The glass of whisky shook as he took it from her hand and lifted her up and out of her chair. ‘Jack…’ ‘Shhh.’ He put his arms around. She was wearing sexy, black lingerie that seemed to flow across her fair body. Her plump lips glistened as she looked seductively into the camera. Her doe eyes teased me as her man kissed her neck and sucked on it. She exhaled sharply as he pulled his lips back, leaving a bruise on her soft neck. She moaned approvingly as she twirled her ass against his hips.He grabbed her around the waist and she tilted her head back and tongued him. I listened closely as they breathed into each other’s mouths.