I was still stunned as she moved back over at me with the felt. She sawthe look on my face and giggled a bit "Let me guess, first time gettingfelt up ...uick by the girl in the changing room?" I figured that that wasprobably rhetorical, but just to be safe I nodded a bit. "You want toknow a secret?"She wrapped the felt around my midsection, noticeably below the tits.This confused me a bit but I was able to breathe out a small "uh huh." Well," she started as she pulled the felt tight across my. That was a great move because it strongly reinforced her authority. I told her that she better be pretty sure he was deep before doing a “you cannot do something” command. “I saw how limp he was and I realized that he wouldn’t want to get up.” Very cleaver. “Now, what are you going to do?” She again blushed. “How am I going to do the sex thing?” “Give him a hand job and tell him not to cum until you approve.” “In front of you?” “He won’t think about it and it will strengthen your control.”. It had four toilet stalls, two urinals, two sinks, on one side and two shower stalls on the other. It was clean and well maintained, with locking doors on the toilet stalls. The first time I used it I had used the stall closer to the door. This time, I tried the one farthest from the door. When I sat down, to do my business, I noted a hole in the wall, between the stalls. Someone had taped the edges and it was about the right size for a glory hole. While sitting there, someone came in and went. ’ I heard a horn beep outside and before I could do anything, Marjorie rushed out her door, past me and through the apartment door. ‘Would you be so kind as to make sure the door is locked when you leave?’ she screamed, slamming it shut. I bound over to the door, but by the time I got it open, all I could do was watch her climb into a cab and speed off. Locking the door, I ran to my car, intent on keeping up with her and try to explain it all before they had to go in to the Carousel. Just as I.