The one with the hole at chest height.

I nodded my head and pointed back down the hallway, my throat was dry, and I didn’t trust myself to speak. As I picked the booth, the one with two cock holes and the slightly larger hole at chest height. As I was about to step in I saw movement down the hallway, the man watching had entered the hallway and another door to another booth opened as well.

Mark raised his eyebrows at me as I walked in, but quickly he followed. These booths appeared to be credit card operated, which was not what I expected. Mark pulled his card out and set it up, you could only by in five minute lots, so he bought fifteen and then started flicking through the vids. “What are you in the mood for?” He asked me.

I smiled in a slightly sheepish manor and he laughed in response. He flicked through to a ‘brutal vids’ category and soon playing on the small screen was a blond woman being gang banged by several men. They were not concerned with her pleasure, on their own and it made me wet.

It didn’t take long before I noticed a presence in the next room. Mark had settled beside me and was rubbing the inside of my though quite high when the light of the tv went on in the next room. Moments later that light was blocked by an eye at the cock height glory hole.

Mark must have noticed that I had become more rigid, “I know,” he said quietly, “do you want to give him a bit of a show?” he asked.

I paused for a long moment before nodding. Mark slid the straps off my shoulders and pulled my top down over my breasts, he leant into me and started to play with my tits, turning me slightly to face the hole. In the meantime the screen showed the blond woman being face fucked, her throat bulging with the passing of the huge cock.

“Spread your legs.” Mark whispered. I complied, pulling one leg up onto the bench seat allowing the stranger to see straight to my wet cunt as Mark sucked and played with my tits. He lightly twisted one piercing making me moan as he sucked on my other nipple.

We did this for several minutes with the eye watching me. I was wet and so close to an orgasm just from Marks, breast play. After several more minutes the screen beeped, letting us know time was almost up. “Another fifteen?” he asked, “Or longer?”

He pulled away from me and fetched his credit card out again, as he moved towards the machine I felt ****, I felt in danger and I loved it.