I focused on keeping my pace going. I may have even tapped some magical energy to help, I don’t know. I only knew to stop when she started to relax....She did more than relax, her legs slipped out from under her, straight between mine, and she ended up prone on the bed with me buried deep in her.Her skin was slick with sweat and her breathing was heavy. I leaned over her, trying to keep my pelvis as still as possible. “Are we feeling better?” I asked softly in her ear.“Mmm,” she said, “I will once. In their own weird way, they figured that I was keeping them from sin! The celibate priests were the ones who were really grateful, since I was giving them something they’d never get from a wife.And, once in a blue moon, I’d have a woman as a client. I never judged, I just let them suckle and collected their money. I remember one lady, a fashion designer, who’d unbuttoned her blouse ... she didn’t have a bra on underneath ... and exposed her own grapefruit-sized breasts to me. She had the. Sat on bench kept towel on, still shyscared etc all goosebumps. Few minutes went by, slowly place was filling up. Yet knowone approached me.Soon enough guys were entering dark room/platform/area. I was getting nervous, yet anxious to see cock. I decided to get up walk around gloryhole area/booths, see who was around. Few guys, few really old guys. Saw 2 black guys. Few Asians. Few latins. I said ok variety, but no old guys, meaning no 70 year olds. Usually at that time I have been told mainly. Friends with benefits. Neither of them had boyfriends yet, or had ever slept with a man. But they’d found each other when they came to university, and when Ashley had flirted with her a little, just for fun, she’d been surprised to find Julee receptive. University was a time for experimentation after all, and a little alcohol later, the two got naked and spent the night having sex.And kept having sex. A lot. University had a way of destroying inhibitions. Something to do with all the alcohol.