As usual, I always had problems finding the right guy. Since I don’t meet up people randomly and unless I am comfortable with them.Then one day, whi...e chatting with guys, I received a message from a guy who read my pr profile and was interested in me. His name was Ashok. We discussed our fantasies in details. He was a versatile guy who wanted to try something different.He was toying around with the idea of BDSM too. And he told me he likes to be on top and try out some spanking, tying and all.. Gareth pounded her from behind as she eagerly pulled and sucked the two cocks in front of her face. As his tempo increased she sucked harder and switched faster. Both of them were also playing with her tits and pulling her nipples. Their low groans of pleasure were only drowned out by Gareth's thighs slapping into her arse as he fucked her harder and harder. She knew what was coming. She lifted her head for a moment and cried "Oh God" as she felt her second orgasm engulf her. But as it did, she. I ran after him yelling, but he was a fast-little bugger. I followed him across two streets before he disappeared into a crowd. I leant against a wall puffing. I stepped further into a shadowed area. I put out my hand and then evoked the return spell.I was surprised that the boxes came too. I grinned and then laughed out loud. The prick was in for a surprise when he found it was an empty, ratty old briefcase. I looked around and then told my daypack to appear.I quickly stripped off the suit and. Long brown hair, lovely eyes..."What are you doing here?" She asked, her face looking both happy and confused."Well ya see, Tits ... Uh shit ... Trish," My mouth worked before my brain, and the flash of red across her face caused me to babble. "I'm uhm, getting drunk. Very drunk. Drunk and dancing. Yeah, I am officially celebrating my marriage ending and my mother dropping dead. Really fucking drunk." Uhm, yeah." Trish looked embarrassed, and to be honest her expression was one of concern. "You.