I was so taken by the fact that it was even happening that I could think of nothing but the feel of his hard cock pulsing in my hand. I wanted him to ...um from me jacking him off. Now that I've had time to think about the experience it's become quite obvious that he wanted more than a mere hand job. I was oblivious to that at the time because the experience was so new to me. The scene was repeated twice more with two other men before I decided that I should leave the booth and find another one. Instead, those small fingers lifted the shirt out of the waistband and began working their way back up my front, unfastening each button along the way to reveal the thin t-shirt underneath. For a moment, I thought of how the roles had turned. Often, I was the one who stood behind, first gently teasing her as I pressed myself against her backside, then slowly and lovingly undressing her. But now, she stood behind me, nudging me to bend slightly forward so she could remove first the shirt, then. After about 15-20 minutes of conversation, Larry looked at me and motioned for me to come over by him on the bed. I gladly got up and joined him. Jake proceeded to go over to Joann and attend to her. Larry was sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat down on his lap facing him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I started to kiss him and rub my fingers over his head and through his hair. Together we ran our hands over each others body. For some reason I started to talk very dirty to Larry. I said. ’ I looked down into her face and continued into the missionary position. ‘Why not? C’mon, just do it. Relax, forget all this nonsense about being tired and not ready yet. Let’s just do it.’ Veronica’s gaze focused somewhere over my shoulder and she shook her head. ‘No, I can’t, I don’t want to. Not now. Please, Richard, get off me.’ She lay still, arms at her sides. ‘For God’s sake, woman,’ I hissed, ‘just pull up your nightie.’ I boiled over with frustration. I was now in position, throbbing.