‘Eleanor, we had best get you below.’ Bruni spoke softly, offering her his hand. ‘Yes, I think I should have gone down a while ago, it is so co...d!’ Eleanor clamped her jaw shut, a desperate attempt to cease her chattering teeth. Taking Bruni’s hand, Eleanor was surprised how effortlessly he lifted her from the platform, not a sound of effort escaping him, an event Eleanor was completely unused to being so tall in comparison to the Scot’s girls. Jumping down from platform, the thump of his. “So, you want me to rub it out?” I asked, waiting for his response.Lifting his head to look at me, he responded, “Yeah, killer, rub it out for me.”There were a few other people in the training room, but the way we spoke to each other, nobody seemed to catch on. I knew what he meant, and he knew that I knew what he meant. I could feel myself start to get wet; my little cock was starting to dribble. He laid back and grabbed some towels to fold into a pillow and then one more to throw over his. "Though I knew it was wrong to be excited, my pussy had gotten damp from listening to her and in my confused and breathless state I'd blurted out a question. "Why did you get married again, Ma, if you don't like to ... do that?"Outside the locusts had started up their whirring and I'll never forget the way the sun came through a broken pane and tossed rainbows on the rug. Mom had stood up without a word and come across the room to me. Her lips trembled as she stared unbelieving into my face.. As we went into the main establishment I immediately realized what he meant.There were glory holes along one wall and two naked men were at them. One was sucking on a cock, while the other seemed to be waiting for a cock. Both the gloryhole cock sucking I was witnessing and the guy who was waiting were surreal. Who would wait for a cock to suck?My wife always made it a dramatic ordeal as if she was parting the Red Sea the rare time she sucked me. Yet, here were guys eagerly sucking or waiting.