The host venue rotates from house to house. The men usually disappear to the host’s man cave to play poker while the women gossip about who’s slee...ing with whom or isn’t, as the case may be. It’s really a fun time, very casual and easy-going. Margaritas were the host’s drink theme of choice for the evening. I prefer wine because cocktails can be a slippery slope. One too many and I’m regretting something the next morning. The men emerged from their hole, smelling like liquor and cigars, to. The ladies were locals and one of Hazel’s distant relatives owned a shares in the club. Hazel would sometimes work as a waitress / receptionist. Hazel and Stella had known each other since school and often came to the club to have a good time, with and without their husbands. Hazels, husband was a HGV lorry driver away Monday to Friday. Stella’s husband was a builder, who worked away in London the majority of the week. Once in awhile, mainly on a Thursday, they would visit the club for FUN.. Down..." So with my satin cum catcher around throbbing member, I slid the slipper, smooth fabric up and down with her. Pretending it, "Up...Down", was her, "Up... Down", hand. I'm now hers. That is my cock that lovely black satin hand was sliding up and down. It's her hand rubbing the slip surrounding my balls. All I see is her satin bound body. Shinny. Tantalizing. All I hear is her voice whispering slow, quiet commands. "Up... and down." She goes little faster. "Up.. and down, don't. I spent more than one night having to walk all the way to my destination. I have been so cold that I didn’t care whether I lived or died. I have been soaked to the point where my entire body was par-boiled. I have been hit by flying rocks the size of a bullet—going almost as fast. I have been yelled at, teased, and yes I have been fucked and sucked– and returned the favor. I even pimped myself out or traded sexual favors for a ride at times. That is what my next several stories will be about. .