He looked up and saw a concerned looking Elizabeth standing next to him. ‘You look like you need something stronger, Stan, but that’ll have to do....Now, what’s wrong?’ Stan picked up the cup, and sipped at it, while wondering what to tell Elizabeth. ‘Um. Last night. I, er, I — I think I blew it with Anne… over Denise.’ Elizabeth’s concern became even more obvious, her face was now very grave. But she walked back around and sat opposite Stan at her own desk. Then she leant forward and asked him. Her name was Indira – she was in her early 40s, married to a very successful Indian businessman, and was looking for a bit of excitement. After the email, I went to bed..but was pleasantly surprised to see a reply note from her in the morning. She gave me her Yahoo chat id, and much to my surprise she was online at the time. We started chatting, and immediately hit it off. She was a bit formal, but we quickly realized we had a lot in common…sharing not only an affinity for fantasies, but many. Does Jane know you wear her panties sissy boy?" I said, "Master no she does not and PLEASE DO NOT TELL her!" Right then, I heard the tell tail click of Peter's digital camera as he instructed me to turn around, bend over and look between your legs at me. Snap, another picture for his files documenting my continued submission to his demands and desires. As I looked at him, Peter told Christy to bring that new shot for my sissy slut to drink.Christy handed me the third shot glass and as I felt. Sean hopped across and sat astride Liam's thighs. All of the fresh pools of sweet boy cum began to roll down his hairless body. Little rivers ran down onto his cock and balls and off onto Liam's legs. Some ran down his legs and onto the bedclothes. He grabbed his brother's hard, curved cock with both hands. Liam was right about the size - just big enough for the head of his cock to poke out the top of his hands. Then the wanking begins - nice and slow at first."Aaahh yesss", whispered.