Sighing, he closed his PC, attempting, and failing, at dulling the aching pain in his heart, and also staring sadly at his own reflection staring back...at him through his monitor.“Hello,” he said to himself, clinging on to the last semblance of his sanity as he could feel his own eyes stare back at him with an emotion he discerned as disgust. “What am I even doing? Talking to myself, you’re becoming more and more crazier each and every day,” he muttered, looking down at his table, slamming his. Went in the one next door (non GH) and looked underneath to see him wanking a very hard nice big thick cock. Had a feel underneath and then he sat back down and carried on wanking. We exchanged a few words as he wanted me to use the glory hole but told him with a bit of difficulty (didn't want to talk too loud) that the other cubicle was locked. Said lets talk outside.We both washed our hands, stood next to each other and said is there anywhere we can go; as there wasn't we ended up going into. (What did I do during all this? What did I do for sexual release? Simple---I masturbated, and more than once! I find it hard to put into a few words how I felt as I watched Ahmed, and then later Habib, as they fucked Alicia on the hotel room bed that day---but the best word might be 'exhilarated.' I hadn't planned on masturbating that evening, but as time went on, I became increasingly more erotically aroused by what I was witnessing and hearing; and so, eventually, there was a moment where I. “At first, I only did it when the case made Serenity especially upset. But now it’s kind of hard knowing that someone’s about to be killed, and I’m not there to stop it. Sometimes, I think about all the people who would have died -- all the people who were spared that trauma. At least, that thought eases my conscience.”“I know,” she whispered. “I sometimes think about what would have happened had you not saved me. I feel like I’m stealing that from someone else by even asking.” She then.