Repressed Sarah just wants to know more about sex. But when she finds herself in an erotic wonderland called FRISKY'S, she lets her filthy side run wild!
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The booth felt stifling, her pantyhose binding. Well, she thought, since the door was locked, what harm was there in taking them off? She slipped off her heels, and, glancing around for some kind of hidden camera or other surprise, inched up her skirt and yanked down her hose. She rolled them off and into a small ball which she stuffed into her purse. Sarah sighed in relief. That was better. And that's when she saw it.
The Hole.
It was a round, black hole a few inches in diameter. As she sat on the bench, it was just below shoulder level.
Oh, no! Sarah thought. What if - what if there were a camera on the other side? What if someone had been spying on her? Cautiously, she leaned down and put her eye to the hole. She saw nothing but blackness on the other side.
She leaned away. Maybe it was just for ventilation? The small booth was a little stifling.
Sarah cleared her throat and slipped her heels back on. No sense getting comfortable. In a few seconds, when the movie had cut off, she would peek out of the door and see if the coast was clear.
The couple on screen kissed passionately. Then the tanned man lined up his big, thick shaft and...
