They laughed at his jokes and he swung his arms around as he talked, loving being the centre of attention.He noticed me, hiding in the shadowy room an... held up an empty glass. I tottered over on my heels and topped him up with the bottle on the table, then stepped back into the darkness. He continued on with his stories, the younger ones transfixed by him. 'Might just get away this' I thought to myself. The night carried on. I filled empty glasses, the guys got drunker and louder. While going. The one behind me took off his shirt and then pulled me up against his body, his dick hard and big through his shorts against my back. I felt as if all of my senses had been strengthened by the blindfold, I was hot and tingling again, feeling their hands and fingers everywhere.I heard the fire crack behind me. I felt the fire inside me. I love sex. My brains were fighting hard to not let go. Hands all over me. Their touch wasn’t hard, it was intense, intended. I hardly realized that my. He said the photos I'd sent were on it, and indeed they were. I suggested he could look at them, especially close ups of my wet tongue, as I pleasured him. He thought that sounded like a very kinky idea. And he reminded me to put on my blindfold, which I'd brought.He laid back with the laptop at his side, photos up to be stared at as far as I knew. My mouth was feeling extra wet and slippery, so I descended at once to his throbbing hot rod and buried it several inches deep. "Ahhhhh, yes! Nice. He stopped and made a few adjustments. Then he rose and headed towards the bathroom. While he was gone I slipped my hand out from beneath the blanket and looked at the wet spot that he had left on the back of my fingers. I sniffed at it and was greeted by an exotic, slightly salty aroma. As shocking as this was — I couldn’t believe what I did next. After taking a look to make sure that nobody was watching, I lifted my fingers to my lips. I stuck out the tip of my tongue tentatively and tasted.