" She started to get a lot of attention. Then she pulled me back to the private viewing rooms to watch a video. It was a small room barely enough room...for 2 people with a tv screen and a coin slot for money and to one side a hole in the wall. She pulled out a dollar and fed it into the machine and started to watch a porno with 2 girls eating each others pussy's. She started to rub her pussy saying, "I like that." Then a few seconds later a sound came from the other side of the wall and then a. She was well into her 40's, if not 50's. Thebreasts might have been real, the hair wasn't and if this was the personwho was going to teach him make up, maybe he needed to have a few lessonsherself. Or at least cut the amount down in half. The other person,well Marc wasn't exactly scared, but he did look like the typical Latinogang member he'd always seen on Cops. Baggy jeans, worn low to revealhis boxers, skin tight white T worn over an incredible hard muscled body.Hair was covered in a. I instantly removed my belt, opend the button and unzipped my pants. She took advantage of the now open pants and instantly reachd into my underwear to grab my throbbing cock. She started playin around with it by squeezing it slowly at first. I reached under her tshirt and started to feel her soft skin, rubbin my hands over her belly moving them slowly upto her breasts, I cup my hand over her bra and start to squeeze them lightly.She gets really excited from that and starts to sigh I tell her. Do they call you The Professor Sam?"It was the last of the drinking triad, Lisa, asking the question. Actually all the guys in the newsroom knew my nickname was 'The Professor, ' but only a handful actually knew why. "It's just a nickname Lisa, that's all, just a nickname." Horse shit Sam, I know it's a nickname but I want to know why? I mean, after all it's not like you are a real professor or anything, so how come the moniker?" None of your fucking business Ms. Life Style Editor, it's a guy.