During those stolen moments it was just him and I – feeling like horny teenagers again. I sent him the easy directions to my place and impatiently a...aited his 10 am arrival time. As I waited I quickly tidied the house, and checked my appearance. He liked it when I reigned in my long hair and wore it neatly confined so I quickly twisted my brown locks and fastened them neatly at the back of my head. No sooner had I done that then the sound of his car coming up the driveway met my ears. I met him. . Next day my dad took my brothers to work with him and mum wanted to visit a friend and asked Andrew if he could drive her. Mum told me she was staying over with her friend that night and to take Andrew home and keep him happy. On the drive home Andrew said that he understood my families traditions but that I didnt have to do anything with him to keep him happy as he respected me and asked if I was ok with that. I was disappointed and asked him was I not good enough for him? he said its not. Take care of me.' Greg blushed ashe told Bob of his need.Bob was as pleased as punch. He beamed as he wrapped an arm around theyounger stud and watched all the other men go green with envy. He whisperedin his ear, telling him to come upstairs where they rented out cubicles.Greg felt slightly seedy as he followed Bob upstairs, aware that all eyeswere on them and aware too that everyone knew they were going to fuck. Hewas surprised to see the cubicles, these little rooms made for quickfucking. He. She stood there uncertainly, like a trapped animal, her gaze darting from one of us to another, her feet taking small mincing steps this way and that, as if looking for escape. She shook her shoulders, struggling with the tape binding her arms behind her back, and muffled grunts and pleas and words came from behind her tape gag. The building was windowless and the door was sealed tight so the dim overhead bulb threw shadows across her pretty face and solid, sexy body.It was my party, and I.