He took his finger and drew my chin up so he could look in my eyes. He studied my face for a few moments, his hazel green eyes tracing my eyes, nose, ...heeks, and then stopping at my lips. He brought his eyes back up to mine, and just stared into them, caressing my jaw for a moment, then slowly pulling my face to his for a kiss.I was happy when the evening was over and we could go home. After an evening of drinking with everyone else, we retreated upstairs to bed.He laid back on my bed,. There was no opportunity to think. I just kneeled, opened myself up for her pounding and surrendered to the dark pleasures. After several minutes of the fucking, Mistress pulled her cock out and ordered me to roll over onto my back. Once on my back, Mistress Sarah grabbed my legs and forcefully pulled me towards the edge of the bed. I felt powerless. She ordered, "Spread your legs whore. I'm going to fuck you just like a girl." I did not speak. I just obeyed. I spread my legs, opening myself. . “I don’t want to see it.” And that.“Shit ... too late.” Definitely me.“David. You’re in her way.” Junior said that.The walk from Ludbubble back to the boat was blessed with a fantastic sunset, warm gentle breezes, frothy yeasty burps and peaceful conversation.David had arranged a ride back to Pentwater ... they would pick him up at noon. That was part of the conversation. He had known the King’s nearly all his life.“Really nice people,” He had said. “Salt of the earth. Orchardists. They used. I just said "One o'clock all right" and an arm appeared from under Angela's skirt and gave me the thumbs up sign. God forbid they ever break they're snog to actually speak to me.One o'clock and we're all in the van; Alan in the driving seat with Angela, kind of half-sat on the engine cover and half draped over Alan. How the hell he ever drove that thing with her draped all over him I was never able to understand. But he never came near having a prang whenever I was with then.The hoards were in.