Err ... faces – Baz likes bikers' slags, his wife is as rough as a bear's arse. One of the slags, Cheryl, was trying to get into my shreddies all bl...ody evening. We spent some time in the mucky duck, with me fending off Cheryl the Peril, then a bunch of us went on to Lorenzo's."Lorenzo's was down by the river, in what had been a real rough part of Plaistow. Of course all the back-to-back houses, and the drinking dens, had gone. Where Lorenzo's now stands used to be a pub called the Sailor's. He stood up and I pulled down his shorts, exposing his rock hard cock. It wouldn't fit in my tiny mouth, so I licked it first while I already on my knees. He put his hands on his hips, watching me be his slut. Each minute, his cock felt harder on my lips, he sat.I took position, I slowly sat on him and with one hand guided his cock to my pussy. Dave's breath smelled like hard liquor and smoke, his mouth made its way to my tits, which he sucked hard as I moaned uncontrollably. I rubbed his cock. You don’t have to worry about introductions as people will come up to you and introduce them selves,’ Donna told them. Barbara and Gus followed Donna into a large room that looked like a ball room. They later learned that it was called the gathering room. A tuxedo clad man took there drink order and then returned shortly with their cocktails. Barbara and Gus were in awe of the mansion but they soon relaxed with their drinks and began to meet other couples. They stayed in the gathering room for. When the tension had built to the screaming point, he fired the arrow, and then it was in the blindfolded Tuk's hand.He removed the blindfold and stepped two paces to the side, and John fired again, his arrow going into the center of the bulls eye in the target he had been standing in front of, the arrow head going all the way into the target.No point in tempting the good fates, they only did this feat once, and once was enough. The Satrap was stunned, he had never even heard of such a thing.