”I smiled. “It could have been an act of slut. Only Stone’s approach made it otherwise. Consider two points. First, I can think of little in the... way of fantasy that would be wrong to stoke a slut’s desire. Second, your goal was very different. Why did you imagine me drinking?”“I thought it was slutty; I thought it would be hot to watch you. Then I realized that I didn’t understand why it was slutty. I just thought it would be hot to see a lady brave enough to do that in front of a. Let's just let her keep thinking that. Understand?"But as we were putting away the leftovers, Martha said she wouldn't be able to sleep. "I'll make coffee," she said.I said, "Coffee? At one A.M.?" Yes," she said frankly. "I wanna talk to you. Do me a favor while I make the coffee: go put your glasses on." Oh, Martha, I hate those damn--" Hon, go put your glasses on."I did, reluctantly. In the kitchen she looked me over and decided that it wasn't the fault of the eyeglasses themselves. I. Snaking the tie around your right ankle, I tie a knot before ducking back down out of sight to fasten the last one to the bed frame. Standing back up, I admire my handiwork as well as let my eyes wander seductively over your naked body. I come back around the right side of the bed. My eyes locked on yours. You can see the hunger has intensified in my eyes and I place my hand at your ankle above the knot. Lightly tracing a line up your leg with my fingernail as I slowly begin to walk along the. After the disappearance of Trev, I disappointedly walked toward the glory-hole section to see if my luck would change. I approached the small flight of stairs leading to the raised platform that serviced the glory-hole cubicles. As I scanned the space above the cubicles for the heads of guys waiting to be orally serviced, regrettably, there were none. All the stall doors were also slightly ajar, meaning that there were no men were waiting to suck dick.As I was processing this information, a.