There were a couple rows of booths and a small sitting area with leather couches.I already understood the protocol thanks to my research, so I nervous...y made my way down one of the rows and popped into a booth. I left it unlocked as I popped in my tokens and selected a random video, hoping I wouldn't be watching too much of it. I undid my pants and pulled out my skinny five-inch cock and began slowly stroking it. With my excitement building it only took a couple seconds of the musty air hitting. When they began totalk about boyfriends, husbands, or the hot new romances on the soapoperas as though we were girls at a slumber party, I asked them if theyweren't a little embarrassed talking to a man about things like that."Oh, don't be a Poop, Cissy," teased Linda Kramer, the vivaciousAccounts Receivable supervisor.I was perplexed and showed it. "Cissy? Who is Cissy?" You are. Silly 'C.C.' sounds too cold and impersonal. You are too muchfun and much too pretty for that! It just seems more. For the past three months I had been fantasizing about a girl at work. I didn't want to have sex with her; I just wanted to know what her feet looked like. She had always worn closed shoes, as specified in the standards of the office. I had no idea what her feet looked like, which made me want them even more. One day while she was sitting at her desk I looked over and she had kicked off one of her shoes. I could see the soft sole of her right foot and started getting an erection. I wanted more. ." The clown is rifling through his notes, thinking I want an intelligent question. I roll my eyes for Emma's benefit and she sniggers. "Just 'Yes, Mark' will do fine," I snap at the guy, enjoying playing the bossman in front of Emma Mills. He stops fumbling with his papers and goes a bit red. "Sorry. Yes, Mark. All set." Okay, so see you at the station Monday. Bright and early - we're on the 8:37."All goes swimmingly. First thing, when we've met up, is I explain about expenses. We've got a.