" You mean he gives you a blow job?" Yes," I said, glancing into her face for a second.She didn't respond for a while. I could see that I was going to... be late in meeting Jack again if I didn't leave soon."I see," Melanie eventually said."I'm, I'm not gay! Okay? It's just sex. Like I said. It's just a blow job; an anonymous blow job at a glory hole. He's nice. He's clean! There's no strings attached. It's just sex." You said that already," Melanie replied at last."There's no money involved; no. ..just pain. If you... thought about it... just right, Ayla thought to herself, you could...almost...make it...seem..like,,,something not..pain. Ayla closed her eyes to help focus on and transform the sensations, which became less like pain and more like pleasure as the pressure was distributed over more and more needles, her heavy breasts supported on their points, and as she kept her mind...just...so. It was working remarkably well right until the moment the table suddenly dropped an inch. This one, was much thicker and longer. He didn’t even have the skin covering the end like mine. I was so close to it, that I could smell it which kind of smelled musky and something like my old underwear when I’ve worn them too long. “grab it!” He told me. I reluctantly reached up to it and grabbed in with my hand. It was so large, that when I grabbed it, it was more than a hand full. I was used to mine where I could hold it with just two fingers, but this was much larger. It was warm and. I also took along the second towel from that night with us.In the bathroom, I could see in the mirror that my panties weren’t as bad as I had feared they were. They and the used towel went into the laundry basket there along with Carry’s things.“Maybe I should shower alone,” I told Roy. “At least initially,” I added.“Okay,” he agreed looking at the pad, red with blood and other fluids, as I wrapped it in toilet paper before discarding it in the trash can. “Are you all right?” he asked in a.