He threw the door open and carried me in, his friend (who I found out later was a driver for one of the suppliers), came in behind us and shut the d...or. It was then that he set me down. Seeing my distress, he explained that he brought me here so that I could use the sink to clean off my ankle chain. And that he had been wanting to talk to me about something anyway. "Do you know how dangerous it is to stroll by the construction site looking like that? Someone could get hurt because you were. He was looking at a simple site of young guys fucking. Just a photo-set, nothing dirty or weird, just two guys having sex."What are you looking at?" He turned around, red-faced, shocked, but not afraid or anything. He was holding his crotch."I don't know." Have you ever heard about sex? It's what two people do when they like each other a lot, they touch each other and it feels good, and they touch their privates to make themselves feel really, really good." Do you touch your privates?" He asked. Slipping dollars in thier G-stringsand getting a handfull as well. One stripper came off the stage and climbed onto one of the girls chair rubbing his barely covered erection against her face. They all had their hands all over him and his thong covered ass. He then took my wifes hand and she got up then he sat down in her seat and pulled her onto his lap. His hands were on her hips as he raised her dress up over her ass and she saton his cock,rubbing up and down his shaft.All the other. And so they ate. They talked and they ate. It was their first real conversation and Gregg couldn't believe how easily it flowed. They talked about his research, classes she'd taken so far, their interests, etc. As comfortable as it felt, Heather could tell he was hiding something given how he blushed anytime she mentioned the nurse, Emily. But embarrassment was a two-way street. Gregg also noticed how she would redirect the conversation when it touched on what she did before reentering school..