I couldn't help myself. Tonight would be the last night he would play at this club. I would make sure to arrive early so I could get a table up fron... where I would get an unobstructed view of the entire band and especially of the young man that now occupied all of my thoughts. Since the last time that I saw him I have visions of his hands caressing my body in the same manner that he caresses his musical instrument. The weather was hot and humid, making it impossible to do anything with my. Everything from scanned negatives to deadlines for magazines and coding for websites. He chose laying out the page for an article to be printed in a magazine.It wasn't that difficult, it was instead, a type of busy work that had to be done. Which of course made his thoughts wander to her. The article was titled "Mainstream BDSM?" And it dealt with a bit of everything involving the sub-culture. Everything from theme clubs to professionals of the sport were nicely summarized into a neat little. “You know it, daddy,” she cooed. “I want all the cum you boys can give me.” Mr. James and I grinned at each other. Tara had no idea what she was in for. I took her face in both hands and pushed my cock into her mouth. James was ready to go and slid his whole shaft into Tara’s pussy. She was wet and ready to take it. He spanked her a few times, and I liked seeing her ass bounce when he did. “Take it deep,” he grunted as his cock pumped into her. Tara moaned in reply, but my cock was. She put off the shower and started rubbing the soap over my body, my hands, legs upper body. I was gazing at her body and scanning each and every part closely. She noticed that I was staring at her boobs and panties. But I dint care. I was lean and my height was just above her chin. She kissed my forehead and gave me soap, ‘apna lund dho lo’. I was shocked to hear the word. I obeyed and asked’ kya mai bhi aap ko dho lu aunty’. She nodded and I started with her hands; rubbed both her hands. Then.