He was up early as normal not yet having enough of a social life to be doing much on a Friday night, he had gone to bed relatively early wanting to be... on form today.Having got up and dressed for running, Ex closed the door to the house locked up, a habit he had previously fallen into whilst in England, (who knew who was around and his whole family was stillasleep) put the keys in his pocket and slowly stretched out, warming up for his morning run.Having warmed up sufficiently Ex took off at a. This man had been so brutal last night and now, he was talking gently, quietly, almost trying to reassure me. He brushed my hair again, running his fingers through the dirty strands. I felt embarrassed and nasty, too dirty for him to touch. "There is a box in the room, a Glory Hole box." He slid a hand down my side and rested it on my left thigh. "You'll be on your knees. They only want to use your mouth." He closed his hand around my cock. I felt it start to stiffen. My fear of the man wasn't. I got a feeling you’re gonna be needing it tonight.”“Uh, hell-o! Newsflash! I am not gonna fuck one of you guys just ‘cause you shoot down a bunch of fucking bottles!” Marcy venomously asserted.“Hey c’mon, babe, be cool!” Jeff urged, as if the disgusting act he’d volunteered her for was nothing more than a simple errand.“Yeah, Marcy,” Bert agreed, “look on the bright side. You might find out what it’s like to be with a real man for a change.”Marcy’s jaw hung agape in utter disbelief. She looked. She asked whether it was business or pleasure that brought me there. She seemed impressed that I worked for the corporation, and coming from England. She continued to make small talk as I settled my bill, that lovely warm smile still shining through. I paid another visit to D’larosa the very next day, again to be greeted in that splendid welcoming way. Over the next few days, I found myself looking forward to seeing Rosa, the pleasant food, quiet surroundings, her lovely chats, and above her.