At the top of the ridge I listened intently, for any sounds of a standing patrol, but heard and saw nothing. I quickly crossed the Sarajevo road and m...de my way through the trees; a glance at my watch showed I had at least ten minutes before Big Ben made his appearance at the bridge. I moved slowly and cautiously towards the edge of the tree line overlooking the river and road, and then discovered the first problem — I couldn't see the bridge from my viewpoint.The tree line started a good. He was pumping it so hard and I was having trouble breathing.I felt something slide up my back, then across my face.'A blindfold, what is that for ? I have seen your cock plenty of times, why this now?''Quiet baby, or you will scare our guest away'.I froze, someone was here, why was someone here ?'Guest, what do you mean guest ? What have you done, what is going on?''Shhhh, everything is going to be ok, you are going to enjoy this, I am sure'.He fastened the blindfold over my eyes and told me. He was killed by a drunk driver several years ago.”“Oh, sorry.”“It’s OK. I didn’t even know it was bad French until earlier this summer. Now THREE people have mentioned it.”“You two were close?”“Very. But let’s set that aside. You have three basic options - we can sit and talk for a bit and take things slow; sit in the sauna and also use the whirlpool; or just go straight to the guest room. And remember, you can say ‘no’ at any time if you feel you need to.”“There’s kind of a point of no. One moment I was holding his head and the next I was clutching the bed sheets in fucking ecstasy as his tongue plagued my arsehole.Moving around into a sixty-nine I found myself looking up at a set of hairy balls and dark arsehole and a cock that was throbbing for a suck.I got the cock into my mouth and Mr.Brayfield tried to push the fucker right down my throat but I gagged again and again. Finally, he just let me suck on half of it and was thrilled when I sucked on his balls as well. I was.