I leaned back to enjoy andmasturbate – yummy! I knew that the booths here all had glory holes(‘though I’d never heard them called th...at yet), and Iknew that you could sometimes get some very good headby sticking your dick through one of them (they wereabout 6″ square). But, tonight, I wasn’t really in themood for that. Strokin’ felt so damned good and themovie I was watching reminded me of the little blondesweetie I had broken up with recently, so I was. Tell me more about yourself, he asked."I'm 21, and have no good job, kicked out of home, with just a highschool diploma," she answered dryly. "My parents had enough of me freeloading, they said. I was trying to get a job, but it's hard out there. I haven't found a man to take care of me either..." She finished her second beer. "Want another one?" Sure, Eric replied. She returned with two more."Tell me about yourself", she asked. Eric went into detail about his wife to make it clear he was. “Strip” was all she said as I closed the door. I was told in her message that if I spoke just once the session would be over & I would never see this goddess again. I took off my clothes and neatly folded them and put them on the chair by the door. A heavy leather collar was then fastened around my neck & I knew it would not be removed until my Mistress released me from her service. I was lead into a basement, placed into a small metal cage and the lights turned off; I was now alone with my own. ‘So, my old mucker Mikey on his lonesome in his sun-drenched paradise, is he then, eh Sal?’ I enquired. ‘Nah, he hasz an ‘arem of bootiful ladiesh at ‘is beck’n’call. Doin’ very nyshly f’rishse’f, me Mikey ish.’ Figures, Mikey always boasted he had more sweet tarts lined up than Mr Kipling. He spread BS like a jobbing plasterer butters toast. ‘I’ll have to pay me respects to ‘im on me holidays then, Sal,’ I said, ingratiatingly, ‘Looks like you brung your boy up sweet.’ ‘Oh, ‘e wush no trouble,.