He kissed away my tears and whispered, " I love you, Ellen. Remember that. Now, be strong, and proud. Pull your shoulders back, keep your head up high... and stick your chest out. I want every eye in this dive fixated on you!" As he pushed open the door into the stark florescent lit hole, all eyes turned our way. A tough looking waitress, pencil thin, bottle blond, super short skirt, fishnets, probably pushing 60, said, "Sit wherever you like," as she eyed me quickly, head to toe. Tommy walked. It’s for us to let someone in. Closed circuit allows us to view who comes.”“No one else? Just the participants and you. No one comes to clean this place?”“Ah. We are wealthy and do not wish anything but what our money has provided,” the old man smiled. “But a servant would not be in such a position.”“You have given me a valid reason you might be reluctant to make use of your elaborate masturbation for something more. But being rich does not negate the possibility of wanting to be richer.. I was just about to spurt too when I heard this disembodied voice say, "Let me suck it." My hand stopped in mid stroke and I looked around horrified for who had said that. He said it again - "Let me suck it." - And I finally saw the source. There was a small hole in the wall between my booth and the adjacent one and the guy next to mine was looking through it at me while I was jerking off. Horror crashed over me again, I had no idea what to do our say and it felt like I stared at him for a. "You look beat," I said as we hugged. I had first noticed her breasts when I was 12 and she hugged me. She was easily a full D cup, but she was so conservative! She always wore heavily padded bras so her nipples wouldn't show through and I had never seen the barest hint of cleavage. But those hugs! You could feel she was still firm and I would always let my hand drift down to just above her butt, letting it linger there and looking her in the eye when I pulled away.This time I didn't pull away,.