Kisses and caresses would be exchanged, and soon we would be wet and the boys would be hard. Then the usual things would happen at a party like this.A...ter an evening of making hard things limp and exchanging bodily fluids, we'd shower and gradually put ourselves back together again. We'd make our way home and fall into an exhausted sleep. The next day we'd have to keep a straight face when a girl talked with her regular boyfriend. He didn't know that the night before she'd had sex with three. It was obvious that he had a rather large paunch hidden under the flowery shirt. Their attractiveness came not from any spectacular physical features, but from their warm smiles as they spoke. They introduced themselves, Sarah and Cliff.The conversation was the usual mundane stuff about where you've been and what you've seen. As we chatted I got the feeling that the woman was distracted by something behind me or on the table. About five or ten minutes passed when the woman moved her chair so. I tried to scream, tried to say ‘Stop’, but nothing came out. I felt the boots kicking me as they circled around me, hard dull thumps landing everywhere until finally, I heard Wilson say, “That’s enough, lads.”He crouched down beside me and lifted my head off the floor by my hair. “Now, Andy, why don’t you run on home before I change my mind about letting you off with a warning, you fucking wee poof.”With that, the three men turned and walked out of the room, turning the lights off as they. "Now you may assist me to undress. Start by unbuttoning my blouse," she said.He moved cautiously towards her, hardly able to believe how lucky he was; Martha seemed to be able to sympathise perfectly with his private fantasies about being owned by a strict Mistress, while in fact she was, nevertheless, dependent on his whim for her job, her income and her accommodation. He undid the seventeen buttons down the front of her blouse slowly, tantalising himself, and let it hang open revealing a very.