Everything she'd said was true. I knew it.Then she grinned, like a lioness. Radiant, and fiercely."And from what I saw, I'd say with confidence that... you're a bisexual whoreally enjoys being on the bottom with another man."It took my new, enlightened brain about a second and a half to swat awaymy rational, societal-induced brain and recognize the truth."You're right. I'm bisexual. I've seen what it means, now, and I can'timagine going back to being limited, to just being, you know,. Its so good.)After a couple of minutes of my administrations…he couldn’t take it any longer. He whimpered that he was going to cum “arreter sil te plait..to pou fer moi decharger la” (Please stop, you gonna make me cum). And he tried to pull my head away from his cock. But I was having none of that!! I fully intended to go to completion. I slapped his hands away, I doubled my sucking efforts… I felt his cock twitch…I felt the big vein underneath his shaft swell up…I could even feel his whole. There was a hole at least 5 or 6 inches round between the booths! I also felt like the person in the othe booth might be watching me.My initial instinct wasn't to cover up, but to just keep stroking. After a few seconds (That seemed like an hour) or pondering this person watching me a Hand extended a couple of fingers into the hole and gave me the "come hear" motion. I thought, why not? At this point I was as hard as I had ever been and I was going to cum one way or the other, so, with heart. I wet one finger in my mouth and rubbed it around my tight little asshole, letting it slip in up to the first knuckle on every third or fourth little circle. "That's a good little bitch. Go and clean up. I want you to shave every thing."I went and took a long hot bath, and afterward I shaved my legs. Then I shaved all the hair from around the base of my cock, and shaved my balls. Then I carefully shaved all around my asshole. I was so horny; I really couldn't help jack my cock just a little.