I couldn't stop thinking about it. I guess it was a good distraction. I got a joy out of knowing that i was imagining a big, veiny cock coming through... a hole and me getting on my knees to take it in my mouth while i was at some stupid job doing something i didn't care about. I had stayed the night at a friends and woke up early to leave. I remember that she was within walking distance of a porn shop that was known to have glory holes (Fat Cobra in Portland, Oregon). People had sort of joked. She smiled happily as I rolled her over and nudged my new erection between her thighs. And as I slid deep into the depths of her womanhood, all I could think about was how much I loved this woman.But despite the pleasure, the sexual healing, when we were done, I couldn't help but feel like there were only a finite number of times we had left together. In my mind's eye, there were a few dozen single-stem roses in crystal vases all in a row. And feeling inexorable pain, I reached out and knocked. Over the next two weeks working out together, I saw that he still wasn’t wearing his jock strap. It was hard to concentrate on my bench presses while looking up at his genitals. I didn’t realize how intently I had been staring at him until I glanced up and he was looking down at me with a big smile on his face. The weight bar was resting on the supports in between sets, but Jared didn’t move back as he had been doing on previous days. It was becoming more obvious that he wanted me to look at. ‘Don’t say a word, bitch. If even a single peep comes out of your mouth, you’ll be dead before you complete the word. Just act as though we’re old friends.’ Looking down, she saw the knife held casually in the young man’s hand, and knew she had no choice. Casting a pleading glance briefly at her escort, she realized that mercy was not a word he knew. Choking back a sob, she nodded, hoping at least that he would let her live. ‘Good, good. I’ve been watching you for awhile, slut. I’ve seen the.