The last time we went for 'one drink' we both ended up so drunk that we had to be escorted back to his place by police and fell asleep on the sofa. In...iting me out for a drink after work was nothing out of the ordinary but recently the sexual tension between us was so palpable that I'm sure the entire office could feel it. I busied myself with work for the rest of the afternoon and had been concentrating so well that when he appeared back at my desk and tapped my computer screen to get my. A couple of seconds later a girl appeared in the doorway.The man who had been going in and out of the caravan now turned and saw John and his mother walking back to their caravan.He waved at them in a friendly manner.He was now joined by the two women.When John and his mother got close enough to him he introduced himself to them.His name was Donald White.He then introduced his wife Wendy and daughter Becky to them both.After they all had shaken hands with each other John and Sally were both. Then at almost the same instant we knew we needed to satisy each other more. Harder and faster our bodies collided until we both exploded. I have had more than my share of orgasms but having one with Stan seemed to be more erotic and exciting. A feeling of relief came over both of us. Not just from sexual standpoint but cementing the beginning of a relationship. It felt like we had been together longer than just one evening. We relaxed together on the bed for a while then headed outside. Not. Experiencing the agony of the cloverleafs pulling, encircling her nipples. The torment of them constricting more and more. Fear and anticipation of the ache that will come after they are removed as the blood rushes back to the apex of her breasts.That thuddy massage of a heavy flogger as it beats a steady cadence while her body gets pushed rhythmically onto the cross with each swing. The feeling of a Wartenburg pinwheel as it is ran from her ankle slowly up the back of her leg, the shivers its.