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  • The girl behind the glory hole—Part II

    The girl behind the glory hole—Part II

    Read Part I of The Girl Behind the Gloryhole here

    Mike had said “no talking,” and at first I thought that meant we had to remain completely silent. No, it just means no long conversations. Three cocks into my first day, and a tap on the door from Deirdre would let me know I’d already had my first complaint. I didn’t tell the last guy what a massive, handsome prick he had, and the best-tasting helmet I had ever had in my mouth. “They like that kind of thing,” she laughed. “And they leave bigger tips as well.”

    So after that, every cock that I sucked was … well, you can imagine. And if two came in together (and I got my first of those that lunchtime), then both of them were so hot and hard that “I wish I had two mouths so I could taste you both at once.”

    I learned to make sounds in the back of my throat, moans of pleasure, of hunger, of greed. Well, I didn’t exactly learn; I already knew how to do that. I’d just never thought about it in the past, because they always came out naturally. Now, I conjured them out of nowhere, and they all added to my customer’s delight.

    There are the guys who tell you precisely where they want to cum, and it’s your job to make them believe they have done so. “So sweet on my tongue … so thick on my face … it’s dripping from my nipple s…” —and more than once I’ve laid it on so thick (figuratively speaking—unlike Cass, I always fill the waste bin) that a sucked soft cock is suddenly coming back to life, and the first time that happened, I was jerking him in one hand while hanging out the cubicle door, asking one of the other girls what do I do?

    Give him a freebie? Ask for straight CASH? Neither. Press the other buzzer, and someone would come and explain the situation to him nicely. You’ve already had what you paid for. If you want it again, you pay up again. And, like I said, they explain it nicely. This one paid again, and yeah, he left a great tip as well.

    The MONEY

    Compared to some of the places I’ve heard about, Mike is a saint. Thirty percent of what the customers pay goes to the house. But the other seventy goes to the girl. There’s more than one joint in this same town that flips those percentages completely, but Mike has so many other sidelines running here as well, from the coffee shop out front (the original cafe), to the liquor in the back room, the peep show and dirty films, and probably a few lines I don’t want to know about, that he can afford to be a generous employer. As for tips, we throw into a communal bowl and divide them up at the end of each shift. On a good week, I can earn my next month’s rent; in a good month, I can pay off half a term’s tuition.

    Hygiene

    We get plenty of mouthwash with a brandy infusion. For obvious reasons, condoms and dental dams are forbidden, unless the customer specifically asks for them—and one or two do. But baby wipes are not out of place and we all get checkups on a regular basis, for our sake and for the customers’. I’ve only ever had one case where a dick looked like it might not be as healthy as it ought to be (no, you don’t want the details) so I pressed the buzzer, the other buzzer, and whatever transpired on the other side of the wall was said softly and persuasively enough that I never heard another word about it.

    Problems

    Well, there are the ones that Deidre warned me about, the ones who don’t feel they got their MONEY’s worth, or demand their money back altogether. Mike handles them. The ones we’re on our own with are, to put it gently, the gents who are either so excited, or so nervous (and occasionally, so out of shape or otherwise ailing) that they can’t get an erection to begin with.

    Those are the ones we talk to sweetly, softly, try and coax them into some kind of life with loving words, and it’s surprising how often that works. Or you suckle on their softness for a while and … I didn’t even know this was possible, but it’s a lot more common than you might think; you bring them to orgasm without them even attaining a decent erection.

    Or there are the poor souls who really are a lost cause and you send them away disappointed because there is nothing else you can do. But you know what’s strange? They are often the best tippers of all. They may not have got what most guys come for, but maybe they got what they needed the most, which is a few words of sympathy, a few words of affection, something that helped them see that their dysfunction is not the end of the world.

    And if they should return a few days or weeks later, and mention that their last visit prompted them to go see their doctor, and he was able to fix their little problem, then that’s just terrific. I’ll be honest, I’m not a fan of little blue pills and things; I’d rather see someone get help for the problem, and not get fobbed off with some chemical that will mask what’s really happening. If I can point someone in one direction rather than the other … well, let’s just say, those are often the occasions when I enjoy my job most of all.

    And enjoyment is important. I said before, I view my work as a series of transactions; the customer’s need being fulfilled by a capable professional. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that at least a couple of times every shift, which means four or five times in each working day, I am confronted by a cock that I could happily take home and make a fuss over all night.

    I like the middle-aged ones the best. It surprised me just how quickly I learned to tell them apart. Some of the girls say a cock is a cock, but they are either lying or they are jaded. For me, every penis is different and while I’ve definitely trained myself to see the good points about each, there are those where my training just goes out of the window and I feel like a first-timer all over again. Sucking not because it’s my job and I want a good tip, but because I want to make its owner feel good, because doing so will make me feel good too.

    The first time I ever orgasmed purely from the excitement of giving head, I was with a college boyfriend in his car on a road trip some place, and I put it down to the thrill (not to mention the insane illegality) of sucking cock in a moving vehicle. Now I know different. It doesn’t need to be the right circumstances. It needs to be the right cock.

    So even on those days when, to put it bluntly, blowing strangers really is the last thing I want to be doing with my time, at the back of my mind there is always the caveat—until the right stranger comes along. Because then, it’ll be the only thing I want to do, and my only regret is the time-wasting rule. Mike wants them in and out in ten minutes. Sometimes, it’s been fifteen and I’m still only just getting started.

    But never, ever mix business with pleasure. Nobody knows that I work here; none of my friends even knows this place exists. I would never date a customer, or even give him a clue as to who I am … their fantasy, whether they know it or not, is the disembodied mouth and voice on the other side of the glory hole, who will give them what they need without question or qualm. And mine … well, my fantasies are that I’ll keep on loving my job for as long as I need the money, and if I’m lucky maybe for a while after that.

    We all need to work, to eat and pay rent, and most of the jobs in the real world today seem determined to keep you on your knees till the day you retire. And given the option of sucking figurative ass or literal cock … well, I made that decision eight months ago.

    This article has been republished with permission from Chrissie Bentley

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  • The girl behind the glory hole—Part I

    The girl behind the glory hole—Part I

    The Cafe Aphrodite is not one of the city’s best known attractions, even among the red light crowd. For a start, we’re well off the beaten track, a couple of bus rides from where the rest of the action is, and even the taxis don’t like heading this far out. Our neighbors are no more glamorous than the newsstands, groceries, and broken down repair stores that the fringe of every city is overrun with. Our clientele are more likely to be bored laborers, passing shoppers and curious college kids than high rolling city slickers and businessmen.

    This probably explains how the place has been here so long. Across the rest of the city, across the rest of the country, the police have been closing the clip joints and strip bars faster than the girls can open their legs. But Mike’s been running this place for nine years and never been busted once.

    Which is great, because this is the best job I’ve ever had.

    I was expecting at least the rudiments of an interview, the day I finally plucked up the nerve to answer the vaguely worded advertisement at the back of the local free paper; decode the shadowed suggestions and hints that the dark voice who answered the phone let slip; and then show up at the cafe one wet afternoon. Yes, I was expecting an interview. Instead, I got a lecture. A very, very short lecture, because he’s not a man to use three words when a simple grunt will suffice. But, a lecture nonetheless.

    “Three rules. No talking, no time wasting, and no mess on the floor. Spit, swallow, smear it on your skin, I don’t care what you do. But I don’t want to see any cum on the carpets, none on the walls, and none on your clothes. Any questions?”

    I shook my head. He’d already shown me to my “office,” as he called it, a three foot square cubicle with pale lilac walls and, at varying heights on three of them, a series of holes. Through which the johns would poke their peckers, in expectation of the time of their lives. There was a pair of identical cubicles on either side, each one servicing three more walls worth of guests apiece. On a busy night, I imagined this as one of the happiest houses in town!

    “First few times, you’ll probably only be able to handle one at a time,” Deidre (a pseudonym), a forty-something bleached blonde, told me as I sat sipping coffee before my first shift began. “Give it a couple of days, though, and you’ll have three on the go at a time, one on each wall, and all three of them will believe that they’re the only man in the world. Assuming,” she added, “you’re any good.”

    She paused. “So are you?”
    “What?”
    “Any good?”

    I think I must have flushed a little, because her eyes softened and she smiled a little. “I think so…” I began, and she interrupted with a laugh. “You’ve never had any complaints yet, right?”

    “Right,” I smiled back.

    “You won’t get any here either. Or, at least, not many. There’s always the odd guy who will kick up a fuss, saying he didn’t cum hard enough, or you brought him off too quickly. But Mike deals with them, and they don’t complain for long. Most of our customers, they’re so happy to get a pair of lips around their cock, they wouldn’t know a ‘good’ blow if you spent all night giving tongue baths.

    “No, what I mean by good is—you’ve got to be quick. And you’ve got to be able to move around quickly. One night I had five cocks at once, all sticking through those holes like it was the most urgent thing in the world, and it was my job to agree with them.”

    “Five?” But there are only three walls, I was going to say, but Deirdre beat me to it. “They double up. Two guys staggering home from the bar, drunk and horny … they just bundle into a cubicle together and don’t think anything of it.”

    I tried to picture the scene from my angle, one dick at mouth height, the other in my hair … my god, you could get whiplash trying to please them both. But Deirdre just laughed, a warm sort-of-cackle, and started laying out a side of the job I had never even thought of.

    Mike did not offer any health benefits. But it had some, regardless. “It’ll save you a fortune in skin care products. If you grind your teeth or have TMJ, sucking cock is the greatest exercise in the world. I know, because it worked for me. And if you ever want to give up smoking …” she nodded at the Newport I’d lit up … “Well … it’ll help you out there as well. Every time you feel like a cigarette, just suck some cock instead.”

    I stubbed out my cigarette.

    “You’re up.” The door to the cubicle in front of me opened, and an absolutely stunning woman stepped out, looking like she’d just spent the day relaxing at the spa. In fact, she’d just spent three hours on her knees, but her skin glowed, her hair shone, her eyes danced and her smile flashed.

    Deirdre introduced me, and the girl, Cass, inclined her head, and then stood aside as I rose and walked into the cubicle. I looked around. Just as Mike said, the room was spotless; not even a balled-up tissue or two in the wastepaper basket, and the little hand basin was sparkling too. I adjusted a few of the cushions that were scattered on the floor, then took a deep breath and pressed the little buzzer that let the front desk know I was ready to begin.

    Okay. You’re probably wondering what sort of girl would willingly sign up to spend six hours day (in two shifts of three), five days a week, on her knees in a box sucking stranger’s cocks? Well, I’ll tell you.

    I’m twenty-eight, and I’m putting myself through college. So I need the money, and this pays well. Better than waitressing, better than dancing, better than stripping and, from what I’ve heard, better than whoring. I enjoy sex, of course I do. But I also see sex for what it is, as opposed to what we all dream it is. A physical transaction between two people, one who wants to get his rocks off, and one who is willing to help him.

    I love giving blowjobs, that‘s true. But sucking off strangers is very, very different to sucking off my boyfriend, or someone I’m involved with. Or even know. It’s not a love thing, it’s not a lust thing, and it’s not even a desire thing. It’s just … a thing. With someone you have feelings for, it can be the most intimate act imaginable. With someone you don’t know from Adam, it’s no different to giving them a massage. In fact, it is a massage, in a way. A part of your body is in contact with a part of theirs and if you can overlook the fact that it’s your mouth and their penis, as opposed your hands and their shoulders (and you can overlook it, a lot faster than you’d expect), it really isn’t that big a deal any longer. And if that makes you look at me with different eyes or not want to hear any more of my story, then that’s up to you.

    I suck cock for a living and I love my job. But that doesn’t mean I have to love every cock that I suck. I don’t love every drop of semen that they pump onto my hand, face, or onto my tits or anywhere else. I just need to pretend that I do.

    Part 2 of Chrissie’s glory hole experience continues here 

    This article has been republished with permission from Chrissie Bentley

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  • Japan’s Sex Industry revealed

    Japan’s Sex Industry revealed

    I know people tend to have prejudice against sexual aspects. At least, however, I believe there are some meanings in writing about such topics, in a way that the Japanese government cannot and few people can.

    Please allow me to start by introducing sex establishments in Japan.

    Prostitution is illegal in Japan. Like many other countries, laws prohibit the management and solicitation. Whether you provide penetration or not is the biggest question. To come right to the point, Japan’s sex establishments don’t offer it because it’s illegal, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get it at all. You can enjoy full sex at sex clubs which are run legally. Doesn’t that seem weird? But that’s the reality in Japan. Things are different from place to place. Let me start by writing about what types of sex clubs Japan has.

    Japan’s sex establishments fall into three categories: soapland, herusu, and soft services.

    1. Soapland

    Many call soaplands “the king of the sex business.” They have the oldest history. They are said to inherit hundreds of years of a tradition of brothels directly. Almost all of the soaplands in Tokyo are found in an area called “Yoshiwara.” It used to be a geographical name. You can’t find it in today’s maps. It strikes most Japanese as the biggest red-light district until the postwar period. There are a lot of movies about it.

    They come with one whole building, which has relatively large private rooms with a bathtub. Female companions offer service there. The service always includes “mat play.” It’s a massage using the entire body with slippery gel lubricant on a mattress like a raft and requires technique. Female workers have to take several training sessions to acquire the skill. Also, you can get full sex every single time. Women know. You don’t have to do or say anything. They let you in voluntarily. Tradition, mat play, and full sex. These are why people call soaplands the king of the sex business.

    How can soaplands continue to run despite the fact that they break a law?

    They have a license as a special bathhouse. Customers rent a room by the hour. Female workers help them take a bath, but staff cannot know what they do behind closed doors. That’s the main reason for them to put up a good front in a legal way. Everybody knows what’s actually going on inside while law enforcement agencies accept their claim.

    I guess there must be a backstage deal between police and gangsters. I don’t know a lot about it. Another reason is that while the government officials want to clamp down on sexual places from the bottom up, they are aware that’s impossible at the same time for sex business has always been around.

    Thorough crackdowns lead to complete underground operation. That means a loss of control by officials, resulting in security deterioration and lessened authority. It’s a better idea for them to take control of the current position, even if it seems ambiguate in some senses.

    Personally, I believe soaplands are nothing but brothels. When men say they went to soaplands, that means they enjoyed full sex, or they inserted the penis into the pussy. Some might say they’re only sex establishments, and it’s nothing serious. But staff are very serious about sales figures. Each manager has a pride in running a king of the sex business.

    2. Herusu

    It’s a Japanese way of pronouncing the word “health.” I think people should enjoy sexual things to the full for it, but it doesn’t directly have to do with the human health itself. Herusu comprises over half of the sex establishments in Japan.

    There is one big difference from full sex: it excludes penetration. Blatantly, putting the dick into the pussy is prohibited. Other than that, you can get almost anything, such as kissing, blow job, tit job, or finger fucking, excluding sadomasohism and anal intercourse. As I mentioned earlier, Japanese law defines sexual action as penetration. That means service without it is deemed not illegal and managing sex clubs which don’t offer it is hence completely legal.

    In fact, more than half of female sex workers do full sex with customers.

    How can you know, when they do everything behind closed doors? Staff have many tips, like quest questionnaire, bulletin boards, or stories customers tell to different female workers. Police don’t say anything. They leave things ambiguous. Most herusu clubs operate as “deriheru.” It’s short for delivery health. I guess it’s almost the same with out call escorts overseas. It has no front desks, accepts orders and reservations via phone, and women are dispatched to clients’ rooms.

    If you want to open new sex establishments from scratch, deriheru is the only choice today and as a matter of fact, such establishments are flourishing recently. Otherwise, you have to buy or rent existing licenses.

    3. Soft services

    The following soft services are pretty limited and the prices are very low:

    “Sekukyaba” or “oppai pubs” specialize in breast molestation. Oppai means boobs. In a liminted amount of time, women sit on the lap and let you play with their tits as you like. The services are pretty limited, and the prices are very low.

    ”Pinsaro” offers blow job solely. The female workers suck at least ten cocks each day. Therefore, women who have experienced it are very good at oral sex.

    ”Tekoki” means handjob. Girls make you cum using the hand for a very low price. One of the advantages of such services is the leastchance of contracting STD.

    ”Onakura” or “Onanie clubs” is about masturbation. You can watch or show it.

    There are more to add to the list if it’s alright to include ones which are totally illegal.

    All of the abovementioned services are relatively unique to the Japanese and difficult to find abroad. In addition, each club has its own system. Furthermore, almost all Japanese cannot speak other languages. As such, it is hard for staff to explain these terms to non-Japanese customers and also to make sure they understand it. Hence, most sex establishments in Japan don’t accept foreigners in general but the tend is changing due to the  long-term recession in the country and the growing popularity of these services among foreigners.

    If you promise to keep the rules, I think any men have a better and better likelihood of enjoying sexual pleasure in Japan.

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  • A Treatise on Fellatio

    A Treatise on Fellatio

    It’s just a penis, right? Probably not worse for you than smoking…

    So, most guys love it, right? Let’s be honest, most girlfriends and wives find it more of a ‘job’ and find it less than appealing to do it. As a result, the experience might be uncomfortable or even painful for the recipient. Doing it well however might make the whole experience more reciprocal and enjoyable for the both of you. This short article hopefully discusses the key points on a good blowjob (guy on guy/girl on guy).

    Cut or uncut

    This basic point makes a world of a difference and affects technique and process. For those not in the know, a cut penis is a circumcised penis with the foreskin removed. An uncut penis retains the foreskin. The foreskin protects the glans (head of the penis) from the outside, making it more sensitive. A cut penis, having no foreskin, is more exposed to the constant sensation of clothes and other stimuli. The approach between the two therefore is different and will be dealt with separately below.

    The process (uncut)

    If you’ve been fooling around for a bit, your man is probably already ready to go. But if not, gently use your tongue to tease the tip of the penis. Using your mouth, enclose the entire flaccid penis and suck gently. Be careful with your teeth when doing this. Try and curl your lips inward so your teeth don’t graze the goods! By now your man should be up and ready or on the way. Use your hand to gently draw the foreskin back to expose the glans. Do not pull back too hard too fast and too quickly as this will cause the foreskin to draw back on the frenulum (bottom of the glans at the tip of the penis) which may cause tearing of the skin and general discomfort. Curl your tongue around the glans and lick like you’re licking a popsicle stick. Don’t be afraid of using a bit of saliva. More lubrication allows more movement and more pleasure as a result.

    The shaft of the penis is also important. Lick up and down, curling your tongue along the way. Suck gently along the way, especially focusing on the glans. Keep the shaft wet so you can slide your hand up and down the shaft. Again, you are not shaking a martini: do not stroke/slide your hand quickly and too fast. Particularly in an uncut gentleman, this may cause some tearing, pain or discomfort. Your man will give you a good idea of what is a good speed and pressure. Many women move up and down the penis with their mouth, simulating entry into the vagina. The verdict is still out on this method. Some guys find this pleasurable, others, not so much. I tend to think, if a man can do the same with your vagina, why get a blowjob? I would recommend paying more attention to the glans and shaft as outlined above.

    Your man does not just have a penis. His other jewels are also a whole new world of pleasure. Play with them with your fingers while you are sucking him off. Then take a ball in your mouth and again suck gently. Lick the balls while you stroke him. That should give him a world of pleasure to think about.

    The process (cut)

    Cut penises are in a world of their own. The big difference is because there is no foreskin, the glans is exposed constantly to outside stimuli like the fabric of clothes/ underpants/ water when bathing etc. It is therefore less sensitive than on a guy with a foreskin. This does not mean that the glans should be ignored completely; there is feeling there, just not as intense as an uncut gentleman.

    In this case, I would recommend less attention on the glans but instead focus on the corona (no, not the beer) where the glans meets the shaft, the slight lip on the glans. Pay some attention in licking that sweet spot as it is usually less de-sensitised than the rest of the glans. Some guys have a row of little bumps on the corona. That is a good place to be stimulated with your tongue.

    Otherwise the same attention to the shaft and balls apply to the cut gentleman. Lots of saliva and lubricant to stroke his penis while sucking would be ideal.

    The other regions

    The penis and balls are not the only erogenous zones that you can target when you are down there. Between his legs (where his thighs meet the crotch) is a good spot to kiss and gently lick. They are areas which do not receive much stimuli normally and therefore are particularly sensitive to a wet mouth.

    If you are adventurous, you can move down to his perineum, the region between his anus and testicles. Also a region that does not receive much stimuli, this can be extremely pleasurable for your man if you lick and suck this area. I’ll go into this in a later article but good hygiene is a must.

    Deepthroating

    This is for the more advanced class. You’ve probably heard that guys love this. Porn movies show this all the time and the guy usually groans like heaven on earth. It’s not usually as dramatic as that though it feels good. If your man really wants you to do it, the secret is practice, practice, practice. Practice on swallowing something about the size of your man’s penis (a carrot or your vibrator) to get your gag reflex used to something down that far your throat. Make it clear to your man however, that pushing your head down on his penis does not encourage you to deep throat and is frankly just rude.

    Orgasm

    Ah, the big finish. Unfortunately, many men have different ways in which they can make themselves cum. This might be a question of how fast they want to stroke their penis, the amount of pressure they put on their glans, amount of lubricant or level of arousal. It is difficult to replicate this with your mouth. Therefore, making your man cum after doing all that work down there is not always possible. It is rewarding when it does happen and it could happen from time to time for a various range of reasons but don’t be disappointed if it does not happen. Sex, including oral sex, is not about climax or cum. It’s about a coming together of two people who want to express their affection for each other by giving each other mutual pleasure. Orgasm is only a small part of that.

    Happy sxing,

    Steph

  • My first experience giving head

    My first experience giving head

    Everyone remembers their first time of anything.  The first kiss, first fuck, first job, first embarrassment etc.  It has been more than ten years since I gave my first blow job, but the whole experience is still crystal clear in my head.  Maybe that’s because it was the first sexual activity of any kind I had done with someone else.

    I wasn’t sexually active until I started Uni.  Before that, I had gone on dates, nothing too serious, mostly involving kissing but never moving beyond first base.  At that time, the internet wasn’t filled with as much porn as it is today.  My only access to sex and porn was through VCDs which classmates and friends shared around. Most of it was hardcore American and European porn which got me wet and curious from my early teens.  I would masturbate almost every night, fantasizing of being licked and fucked, before drifting off to sleep happily.

    In Uni, everything exploded to life.  Probably it was the freedom of staying in a dorm, or all the years of self-exploration, but my sexual life awoke from its slumber and has been active ever since.  HC was a friend of Liz whom I got to know for awhile before we went clubbing as a group at China Black.  After a few drinks and shots, we began flirting with each other, dancing close, rubbing our bodies together and the sexual tension was intense throughout.

    When it was time to leave, we took a cab back to our dorms together.  During the journey back, we were french kissing and groping each other.  HC was really good with his hands and they found their way up my dress into my panty, one of them rubbing the area where my clit was and the other stroking my thighs gently.  I was so horny from the touches that my juices were flowing freely, soaking my panties and even leaking onto the seat.  I am sure the cabby was enjoying the live show we were putting on for him.  HC started to finger me, putting his middle finger inside my pussy and rubbing gently, licking my ear at the same time.  Not wanting to be heard moaning, I put my face against his shirt and forced myself to breathe heavily into it all the way back to the dorm.

    We went back to my room, didn’t bother switching on the lights and started to strip each others clothes off.   As he lay on the bed, I started to use my hands to rub his balls and gave his dick small kisses all over.  I tried to recall what went on with all the porn I had watched and started to run my tongue up and down his dick.  HC was already moaning and I decided to ramp it up further by sucking hard on the tip of his dick while my right hand moved it up and down.  My saliva was already dripping all over and I could taste some of his pre-cum.  I slowly lowered my mouth down his dick, not knowing how far I could go until I started to gag before rising again.  Even though it was my first time, I knew I was doing something right as HC’s hands were already holding my head and pulling my mouth deeper onto his dick while thrusting his butt up.  I started getting into the rhythm of the deep thrusts into my mouth as I sucked eagerly, my hands massaging his balls gently simultaneously.

    Without any warning, HC told me he was going to cum and shot his load into my mouth at the very same time.  I certainly wasn’t expecting that or the feeling of cum hitting the back of my throat and started to gag and cough.  Some of his cum that went down my throat tasted salty while the rest of it shot against my lips and chest when I had withdrew my mouth to cough.

    He said it was the best blow he had ever had but I never did tell him it was my first time.  Secretly I was surprised I enjoyed the whole experience first time round.  Sometimes, the first time tends to suck (no pun intended) before there is improvement, but as HC repeatedly told me that night, I had given one helluva blowjob.