He has sharp features and intense dark eyes coupled with a tall but average build. “Very well, Lex it is.” He smiles with a familiarity undeservin... of a stranger. Reading the question that is probably apparent in my frightened eyes, he steps towards me. “My name is Connor Rogan and these,” he gestures towards the crowd of strangers, “are my friends. Everyone, say hello to Lex.” A number of voices say hello and quite a few of them lean forward as if anticipating something. “I know you are. By now, I was involving Christine in most of my planning and analysis, and using her as a sounding board. Her job, as we divvied up the labor, was to seek to poke holes in any plan I came up with. She had countered sweetly at first that she didn’t want to have to find fault with my efforts like that, saying it so tenderly that she just made my heart jump for joy. I had told her at the time, assuming a stern and impartial team-leader kind of voice – that’s all relative, of course, we were almost. I walk through the crowd looking for Tristan. He must be somewhere. Walking from room to room does no good. There are too many people. I spot the drinks tub and pull out a beer. I almost scull the beer hoping that the drink will calm me down. After a few drinks, I’m feeling free and relaxed. I walk over to the dance floor, or what I think is the dance floor. I find a space and begin to dance. I tune out my surroundings and tune into the music allowing it to connect to my soul. The thud, thud,. This went on for awhile and finally he grasped my hips hard and groaned and panted and shot a huge load of cum into my ass, I could feel his cock inside me pumping me full of his cum. I could feel each pump and his load was huge spreading upward further inside me. When his cock stopped throbbing inside me he slowly pulled in out and gasped leggo a him and fell on top of me onto the floor him placing his elbow behind my neck pushing my face into the floor. We laid there on the floor for a few.