It appeared that our host had been at a party where late in the evening, he had videoed a young lady being gang banged.As well as her name her descrip...ion matched that of my ex love, a tall, well-built redhead. At first I just thought it was one of those party stories fuelled by too much wine, but was there a way of finding out.a, was he telling the truth, andb, was it the same girl I had known all those years ago.After his story had finished, I left the small group to think it over. The only. Bring your friends. Behind the dumpster on 10th and E Broadway. If I’m with someone, watch, join in, add your load to this human dumpster.” I was living out who i really am supposed to be. I come from an all American republican family. You know the type, clean cut, well known wealthy family that wears pearls at breakfast. Little do they know the only pearls I want to wear is a strangers cum across my neck. I took a weekend trip alone to NYC, utilized my parents town car and driver. The original. The description of the fun we had at that little sidewalk café didn't last long, but it kept Jarrod's cock hard. Then I listened with Jarrod as Blake told him about what happened in the gym this evening. He had an excellent memory and he took pains to provide incredible detail. He described the way I looked in my gym costume. He told of the way the men stared when I entered the gym and the way they had gathered around the bench when I first lay down and my breasts were exposed.He described fuck. It was just so sweet of Mr. Post to tell me how pretty my dress was and that he thought I looked pretty too! I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek."Thank you, my mom picked it out for me." I twirled to show him the back of my dress too. "She got me these pretty shoes too."Mr. Post had us sit down so that he could explain what we could expect over the next two years. We would have use of the pool, a car, and live in the servant's quarters, which was actually a guesthouse on his.