"I do believe it's your birthday, isn't it, Darren?" Yeah, it is." Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday,Darren?" Sure. I think so." Do ...ou really think so? You got everything youwanted? Did you get a pony?" No." Ah," the man at the end of the hall said, "but youdidn't really want a pony, did you?" No. I don't think so?" Did you get the swimming pool on the mountain?"I don't even know what he meant by that. I couldn'tremember any of that, and I think I told him so. Thedream was. My Master, oops “Our” Master sat on the sofa and ordered me and the new slave to entertain him as he sees us fucking each other. And there was nothing in my mind except the fact and the zeal that I have to prove my Master that am better than this new slave.I and the new slave start to caress each other, touching each other’s tits and asses. I first kissed her on her lips and our tongues were fighting for dominance. I enjoyed it. I started kissing her nipples and breasts as she touched and. What had Patrick arranged for him? Who was this girl? What was going on? He suddenly realized that he was staring at her with his mouth half open in amazement. He mentally shook himself. He tapped on the partition and told the driver to remain here for the time being while he straightened this out. “I’m sorry young lady, but I’m really not interested in some hired escort for the evening. I don’t know what Patrick has promised you or what arrangements he might have made, but I don’t think this. I began to wonder what it would be like to touch another man. I had never even seen another man naked (apart from the odd stolen glance at the gym changing room, or swimming pool.) I started to realise that I am kinda interested in what it would be like to touch a man. I wanted to pleasure another man. I wanted to feel his naked body... and so I did.I headed to Amsterdam for an evening last March. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and I wanted distraction. It was a mild Sunday evening so.