Every detail has been looked into:-Alcohol- beer, punch, a half dozen types of liquor, you name it.-Music- DJ already setting up-Entertainment- Dance ...loor, Beer Pong, Bar, even Strip Poker in the basement“Party Favors”- Your dealer “Sketchy Greg” came through; weed, a little coke, even some Viagra for those with “Whiskey dick”-Guest list- Your Social Chair had been sending invites on social media to every hot girl you and your brothers could think of, and you personally had sent pledges with. Inside the theatre connected tothe book store I met a nice gentlemen in his 50s and agreed toaccompany him to his hotel room nearby with the promise of afull blow job.Inside he offered me a drink and he slowly stripped my clothesuntil I was fully naked and he stripped to his undershorts.He turned me around and began to slowly caress and lick my firmass cheeks working his way to my cherry asshole. As he slowlyate me out throughly , he slowly reached around and stroked mynow rock hard cock.As he. " He was in command. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge. I felt it through his pants, every straining inch of it, and exhaled sharply. It was huge and hard as steel and incredibly thick. "No, I can't," I whispered. I was on the bed and his hand slipped under my saree and petticoat. His hand slid up my inner thighs where wetness greeted him well before he reached my pussy. "Your cunt says otherwise." His fingers slid through my juices before plunging inside me. I nearly came that. Not what she thinks people want to see. I think she’s very talented and that her part-time job, in a hospital coffee shop is beneath her. But she tells me she likes it, that helping people makes her feel good. I’m not surprised look what she’s done for me over the years. Always been there for me. We don’t talk quite as much, both been busy. But we talk on the phone as much as we can. Generally every Monday. This Monday was no different, she phoned me at 5:30pm. That’s the time I get in from.