Rafiel took him by the hand and lead him into the large bedroom with the king size bed with silk covers and sheets. Joie looked around and was impress...d with the bedroom. Oh how he loved mature men with good taste. Distinguished older handsome men always attracted his attention. He thought for a second about M. Leblanc in Paris and saw those qualities in Rafiel. Joie then kissed the mature man and then started to undress the man taking off his stylish suit jacket and then undoing his tie.. Gary never said a word, which I thought was strange at the time, but I put it down to his just being polite and avoiding any unpleasantness. The photograph itself showed the three of them sitting from left to the right at a bar’s high top table. On the far left of the photo was yours truly, Dan Whitforth, with an actual smile on my face. It had been so long since he had really smiled that he now often wondered if he still had any left in him. Next to Dan was his wife Janey. In the picture his. She started to convulse, her legs wobbling and bucking, her fingers moving very quickly over her clit, her knees coming together and then spreading again. I kept fondling her little titties but then released one so that I could stroke my throbbing penis. My uncut cock was dripping with precum; in fact it was dribbling from the tip of my cock in a sticky string. I noticed a small puddle of clear, gooey liquid on the floor between my legs. I had never been so turned on before. Sophie’s. My mind was wondering why no one was coming to my aide, when I remembered that the library was almost deserted on Saturday nights. Only two student assistants, the scheduled librarian and maybe one or two students, besides no one hardly ever come into this section during regular hours. My anal invader was too busy to care at this point, his attack was relentless as he pursued his own a****listic satisfaction. I was being pummeled into the floor with each thrust of his body, his elephantine.