. Gwyneth is my name."Not long afterwards, the sun faded beyond the distant hills, and darknessshrouded the local landscape. The couple showed David... now Gwyneth, to acomfortable loft in the rafters of their cottage. Laying her head upon thehay, it wasn't long before she was in a deep sleep.Not far away, a dark figure sat hunched over a bowl in the dark recesses ofthe castle; little light in the room except that emanating from a cracklingfire along the far wall. A lone rat scurries across. I felt a bit strange having a completely bare cock and balls but it was a condition I had to suffer - perhaps suffer wouldn't be the appropriate word.After our dinner which was hastily consumed with much champagne and wine, the girls said it was time for us to play ‘Sexy Blind Man’s Buff'.“You boys go into the other room, strip off, put these blindfolds on and stand in a row. When you’re all ready, call to us and we’ll come in. We’ll take it in turns to suck you and you have to guess which of. Walking down the street by her side, the conversation about where to dine most prevalent, she extended her arm towards mine and we held hands. It was a summer's evening and we agreed to eat somewhere reasonably private and ideally with tables outside. She knew of the ideal restaurant and very soon we were seated at our table. We enjoyed good food, good wine and most of all each other’s company and conversation. Looking at my watch and noting it was now 10pm, I suggested coffee. There was no. Eric’s adrenaline fired up in under a second, as he surmised how totally fucking trashed the place was. The very same place he and Ariel had furnished from the ground up with love. ‘Ariel!’ Eric’s usually deep, sexy voice was replaced by an urgent, dangerous sounding one as he set the bottle down on their dining room table. ‘Over here…’ Ariel’s voice sounded different, but he didn’t quite register just how different it was as he moved fluidly, striding over a smashed lamp, soiled tablecloth,.