I was always the one calling the shots. When I first told him that I had experience of going to sex parties and the kink scene, he was pretty shocked....Being a couple of years younger than me and only having had one girlfriend before, he was pretty inexperienced and that sort of thing was another world to him! But I soon warmed him up to the idea that he should try it out, and next time an event came up we agreed to go together.I knew quite a few other friends going, and that night I bumped in. I kissed my way back up her body, stopping briefly on her nipples. ‘Please, just let me cum,’ she begged. ‘Patience’ She grabbed my cock and guided it towards her love tunnel, but I stopped her, and used one of my hands to pin both of hers above her head. I then started to rub the head of my cock up and down her slit, and then slowly pushing it inside her soaking pussy. When just my head was in, I pulled back out again. I kept repeating this, forever teasing her. And then without warning I. Corwin," a second voice said. It sounded tired and bored. It sounded like this was just one more case file that he had to deal with. Nothing was ever new and there was nothing to get excited about. It sounded like things were bad and there was no hope that it would ever get better. "First of all, why is he the luckiest guy in the world," the bored voice of the Detective asked."Look at this x-ray Detective," the first voice said excitedly. "You saw that knife we pulled out of him. It was long. They’d had a lot of hassle finding friends and relatives for us all to stay with for the nights before and after. I was farmed out to stay with one of my uncles work acquaintances and made my own way to his apartment after we arrived. He was English – tall and looked very mature to me – but I guess he was only around 40. It was very humid and he was wearing baggy shorts and an open shirt. He was very polite - spoke Cantonese fluently (my English was not so good then) and carried my bag.