"E è solo cominciata" disse Alberto sorridendomi. "Ma sei un ragazzo fortunato, hai qualcuno che ti ama. E’ più di quanto io abbia!”Mi sorrise d...bolmente ed uscì con un’espressione un po’ triste. Anch’io sentii il mio cuore un po’ triste al pensiero di come doveva sentirsi un ragazzo bello e buono come o Alberto. Per un momento desiderai che le cose fossero state diverse e che lui stesse parlando di me quel giorno nella mia camera. Almeno io sarei stato capace di farlo felice.Ritornai in. He knocked and was told to enter. He swung open to door to reveal Brad stretched out on his bed in a red Speedo."You're not gay? So what are you doing here?" the voice asked again."You know dammed well what I'm doing here," he responded silently.Brad was a dark haired good looking young lad of sixteen whose attractive features were a little on the feminine side. He wore his dark hair long and it was quite thick and silky. Like his sister, he had soft brown eyes and his lips appeared quite full.. He escorted me by the arm to the door. I noticed his dark color against my lighter color and got so turned on by it. I joined my husband at the door and we entered a foyer that was dimly lit, but the music was jamming. The door man greeted us, and brought us inside the private club. It was crowed, but I immediately noticed 2 things. We were the only non blacks in the club, and all the servers were naked and were fucking hot as hell looking. We went to the bar to have a drink while our table. You rub my thighs with your palms, and over my legs, and down to my feet. You Velcro my right foot into one of the restraints that we have attached to the bed. "Now, what is the stop word?" you say to me, as you cuff my other leg in position. I gasp as I feel your hands start to roam again, "Kiwi." "Of course it is kiwi. Now eyes closed again." I do as I am told and wait. You just stand there, looking at me spread out like a feast before you. You lick your lips, as you look at my spread legs.