It seems to be empty so i walk around to a booth and see one guy standing in front of a booth watching a movie touching himself. He dress in casual at...tire something i didn't expect in a gloryhole. I walk passed to another booth beside him a speak just" hello "and he speaks back" hello". He had been drinking and he was buzzing like i was...lol. He said it was his birthday and he had a small party and everyone left but he needed some fun. I told him happy birthday and thats why you are dressed. She had never said anything to him of course, but his flirting with her made her curious as to his ability to follow through. From the way his manhood stood fully erect as he walked toward her, she had no doubt that his follow through could prove to be quite satisfying, if maybe a bit uncomfortable the first few times. Her sex life was sparse, to say the least, and she still had needs damn it. She allowed him to lean her back onto the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, as he slowly spread. "Hey, man. You were almost late." He said. He was way cooler than i was. More laid back, more attractive. At 6'0" I was usually taller than my other girlfriends. Martin at 5'8" he matched better with his, the little playboy. He was only 25 and had sex about 17 times already. He needs to be sterilized, I swear.I stroked my brown goatee still smiling "It would have been worth it if I was. I missed the bus and got a ride" From who, a fat guy named 'Bubba'?" He asked laughing. He was working on a. "No, no," Wilco said. "This is Ms. Wilkinson. She works for me. I had to test you, Charlotte, and you passed the test. You won!" Won what?" Nathan asked."The jackpot! The grand prize of all grand prizes!" You mean the lifetime supply of chocolate?" I asked."Not only that," Wilco said as she walked over to another door. "Follow me. Both of you."Nathan and I followed her through the door and found ourselves in a small glass elevator."This is the Wilcovator," Wilco explained. "It can take you.