I didn't quite know what was it about, but since the great surprise I got at the gloryholes, I decided not to read about it and just go.At the entranc... a small booth with a guy charging for the ticket. I paid and received a bracelet with a key, he told it was for the lockers and also handed me a towel.I went in and first thing I saw was the lockers... I undressed, covered my waist with the towel, put everything in the locker and went in. It was a big place... jacuzzi and showers (all glass so. With a lonely sigh Marisa gathered up her breakfast and brought it back to her room so she could browse the web as she ate. At least it started off that way until she noticed that every time she reached for her food the necklace would swing forward and rub against the neckband of her t-shirt. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she set her bagel down and reaching for her neck, carefully pulled up her necklace until it was hanging outside of her shirt. 'You know, ' she thought while examining it,. As she was moving her right foot on my knee from time to time putting pressure on it and at this angle, I was always getting a peek at her pussy. The smell of the nylons in my face and from time to time the smell of sex from under her dress was making me feel like I never have before. I never thought of her in a sexual way, she was my best friends mom and the person I confided everything, I was worried the head of my penis would come out the top of my shorts! What happened next only was a few. Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt the cutting edge of the knife against my waist. As I sobbed, the knife tore into the polyester wind-pants I was wearing, slicing down each leg. He didn't cut me on the left leg, but left a long thin shallow cut on my right thigh. Once those pants were cut off of me, he threw them into the wood fireplace. Then his knife was up against my shirt -- my favorite shirt -- cutting up towards my throat. I shivered as I realized that he could end me so easily, and I.