The area was a warren and sometimes used by tarts to see to their clients, along with courting couples and one or two voyeurs, which I suppose include... me. The park also had toilets that were frequented by gays, but I hadn't progressed to visiting those yet and in those days they were just called queers.It wasn't in the gloom of the evening, but on a Sunday morning that this event took place, but I will never forget it. A football mactch was playing in the main park area and one or two people. She motioned the slave behind her who lifted her off her live chair, setting her gently on the floor. She held out her hand and a riding crop was placed in it; looking back at the live chair she pointed at the wall with the riding crop. They both scurried to line up with the other three against the wall; turning their backs while leaning over, hands high on the wall, arching their backs and rotating their asses slowly while moaning expectantly. She then approached One-eight-sic, smiling. He could never understand. Iknow I was acting strangely but could not help myself. We tried tomake love several times. Each time Tom would try to approach me Ikept thinking about that Friday night. The one time we did makelove I remember comparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutalintercourse. I didn't enjoy Tom that night at all. It was so coldso dispassionate, I think Tom finally got the message. 10 dayslater, about 7:00 one night I came down stairs and heard peopletalking in the living room.. A gentle suck causes you to arch your back, pushing your breast to his face. His hand caresses your breast with a soft gentle touch, as his lips spread moisture and tender suckles to your nipple. Your head turns to the side, and back, and your breathing deepens. Still with eyes closed, your hands encircle his head...running your fingers through his hair...cupping his head in your hands. As if touching the finest silk, his hands caress each cell of your skin as they travel down to your hips. .