Stan thought that it would be no problem. All he had to do was to guarantee no drinking or drugs. As further camouflage, he said he would say the invi...ation included his older brother Evan and then make sure Evan begged off. The Evan angle was perfect, I told him to talk to Evan right now. By nine that evening Richie had the houseboat with even a catered lunch provided by the marina and Stan had secured all the permissions at his end. Now it was up to me to get Katrina to go for it.I walked to. Sitting behind her desk was the attractive, but wellbuilt woman I saw in Costa Coffee. She got up and walked towards me withher arm out, "Hello, you must be Rachel, I'm Susan. You probably don'tremember me but I was at your wedding. I only dressed as a girloccasionally at that time, I was, well I still am, Stephen Hutchins, butplease call me Susan, or Sue as my friends do."I replied "Hello Sue, I do remember Steve. You were Richard's best man atthe wedding!" I stretched out both of my arms,. Wehad them loosenedup. Well not in the physical sense. We had them relaxed. I told them allabout America and how I worked with young actors and modelsand popstars...(I don't hesitate to elaborate and exaggerate if itwill get me somefresh boy pussy) We put on some music and got the boys tostrip for us. Ohmy, all that pale pink boy flesh. Their young bodies werejust starting tobecome defined. Their skin was smooth and hairless..theyhad tiny tufts ofhair above their English uncut pricks. There. A man from the crowd grabbed me and held me upright. “We expect a show,” the man told me and he draped his arm across my chest. He gave my nipple a squeeze and my kneeling lover began stroking his own magnificent piece of man meat. He hummed while pleasuring me. The man holding me kissed my neck and twisted hard on my nipple. I gasped in pleasure. I don’t know when, but the man slipped spit lubed fingers into me, pressing hard into my hole and massaging me from the inside.We went on like this.