”“Where are we going?” Daniel opened his eyes as wide as he could but could see only blackness.“The basement, dearie.” Eloise steadied Danie... as he almost lost his balance. “And here we are, no more of those dreadful stairs, you brave boy.” There was the sound of a flipped switch and then slow grinding. The basement hearth turned sideways and Eloise pulled Daniel through.The living room down in the basement was the largest room in the house. There was a treadmill left by the previous owners in. ’ and to my delight he responded with ‘So do I’.‘I would love you to visit tomorrow evening. We could have a drink and chat. No pressure.’I got no reply for a few minutes so I added… ‘Are you in bed?’ ‘Yes.’‘Are you hard?’‘Yes.’‘Do you want my mouth to make love to your beautiful cock Joshua?’‘God Yes!’I called him back immediately and he picked up the call in a panicked whisper. I dirty talked him as he wanked that sweet shaft in his bed. My imagination teased and enticed him towards his. What did matter was that Cal liked me and wanted to have sex in my mouth and he wanted to cum in my mouth again and I would do all of that 100 times that very night if that was what he wanted."Why don't you . . . you know . . . like this afternoon." His hand nudged my head and the cocksucker in me did the rest as I lowered my mouth onto his cock. He sighed. He called me a good boy and said he loved effeminate cocksuckers. I sucked. I wanted so much to make him like me even more. I was also. Howard and Catharine were a picture-perfect couple in their late thirties. On the surface, they looked like that traditional white picket fence, with a dog in the yard, and Sunday trips to Home Depot, type of couple. Nobody would ever suspect the secret life of sex, and orgies that they shared at night. It worked well for me though, because they kind of reminded me of my parents.They took things slow with me. Our role-play went on for weeks without anything sexual. We would go for dinners,.