I was wearing a jockey boxer and my dick was struggling to her out of it. She pulled my boxer down and took my dick in her hand. As soon as she touche... my dick I chill went down my spine and I let out a soft moan. She didn’t know what to do and was just holding it in her hand. I thought her to squeeze it up and down. She was squeezing my dick up and down in her right hand and was squeezing my balls in her left. After sometime I asked her to suck it but she hesitated but I explained this is what. She released the lead and knelt down to swallow my thick prick in her warm and sensuous mouth . The assistant at the back held me by the hair Soon I was milked by hand in front of this large audience of feminine desire many of the uncrossing their legs to allow their hands and fingers into their holes. To help me concentrate I looked around the audience. In the front row I saw the strokers in a daisy chain position with their hands on the left breast and nipples on their left hand. .hi...it’s a friends birthday tonight, I’m lending him my flat but he wants black party poppers, you would not believe how hard they are to find””ooo a party at yours, can anyone come?””well I’m sure the more the better” “what time should I be there?””it starts at 7”with that she smiles and walks away, I watch her ass in her tight jeans as she disappears around the corner.7pm comes and goes, still no delivery lady so I decide to enjoy the party, quite a few people I don’t know are crammed into. " She said, "That's what grownups say, hon, they'd say if itfeels good it's nasty." She added ruefully, "They think anythingthat feels good is horrible. I really don't understand. You'dthink people already have enough sadness and pain in their liveswithout making things worse." It was a concept that she and I would mention many times. Itseemed to be something of which she was often terrified; now andthen she would stop everything, look at me painfully, and then holdme close to her. This was one.