The bonfire that they danced around fizzled and dazzled off the bright gypsy clothes almost as loudly as their guitars and castanets sang. The laughte... and energy was pure and intense, so sexual that it was a tangible thing. I craved it instantly! Men and women swirled and twirled together, but this was no innocent dance. It was ripe with suggestion and promise. Bodies brushed and separated, but hands trailed behind, maintaining the intimate contact as long as they cold, even while they moved. Janice took the woman through to the back office. The man starred at me. "So you must be Alan then, we have heard a great deal about you from various friends and acquaintances". "Yes Sir" I replied. "So Alan tell me what you like people to do to you." "Well Sir, I like sucking men's cocks and I like them to fuck me. I also like leather clothes and being tied up". "Do you like to be whipped and have your nipples clamped?" "Yes Sir, I have been whipped and I have had nipple clamps on before." "Ah. ? Nothinghappened for a moment, then there was a click and the door swung open.? I stepped inside. I found myself in a front hallway, but there was nobodythere to greet me.? The door swung shutbehind me and I waited. A few moments later a voice drifted down the stairway. ?Take off your clothes and leave them on the chair by thefront door.? Then come up the stairs.? I paused for a moment, wondering what I was getting into,but my excitement overcame my concerns.? That and the size of my cock,. Was I mad? Nooooo. I mean, yeah my brain at first was saying “perve!” but my body wasnt agreeing because I definitely had a major case of the tingles. I didn’t know why. But also I couldnt be mad because I was the one not paying attention to my legs and I should of known better because I had on a loose fitting skirt. Then, he looked disturbed---like he would glance again but like with a bit of a frown. Maybe it bothered him that he had looked. I don’t know. But when I did it.