The scholars (including me) wore red robes over white shirt and tie. The choristers wore ruffed collars under their red robes, ruffs that framed thei... faces. Like angels. Except for the oldest choristers, who had wisps of facial hair and the worried look of those who knew their careers as trebles would soon be over. Among the boys there were some, older boys, who wore medals around their necks. They were senior choristers and leaders of the sections. We rehearsed twice a week at the. " That's because I've only just moved here earlier this week, dear."Responds Mandy."So what is it you actually do?" Asks an intrigued Sarah."Oh I like to think of it as a place guys come to ...experience a more exciting lifestyle pursuit." She chuckles."Sorry, is this some sort of S&M dungeon-thing?" Sarah starkly asks. Mandy chuckles a little more."Some may say it is," she replies, "Nothing wrong with providing a place where men can come to explore roles in which they are relieved of all power. After a quick brew I said it was bedtime Lucy asked Alan if he was staying and that he had better come with us. Lucy and Alan came upstairs Alan was already unbuttoning his shirt, while Lucy and I stripped of and got on the bed and began kissing and fondling each other, Alan quickly stripped off and led down on Lucy's side of the bed Lucy turned to face him and started to play with his cock which soon found its way into her mouth I pulled Lucy round and got her to kneel, I got behind her and. She was screaming and asking to take it out but I was in no mood to take it out.I further pushed harder and within couple of pushes the whole dick went inside. Initially she was screaming but later on as I started to move in and out she started to enjoy it.She said her pussy never experienced a big cock like this before and other than her husband I am the only person with whom she has slept. I was hardly concentrating on her words and started to move even harder. She was moaning loudly.Fuck me.