“Bob did say he had invited them so they wouldn’t complain about the noise.”I watched him as he picked his way through the crowd of people. I st...od up. I had a really bad feeling about this guy and wanted to see what he was up to.“I’ll be back in a minute,” I said, getting up and walking closer. I found the creepy man talking to Angela, Bob’s girlfriend. As I got closer, the ‘smell’ got worse, and then I heard a scream.I looked around frantically to see who had screamed, but nobody had reacted. . But I tried to not spend to much time in the couple or gay area.. I did not want to get my new friend seeing me enjoy watching a guy. Back in those days you could get beat up for being different or seen as gay.. so I was not wanting to bring that down on myself.. And back then (as well as now) I had a real thing for women with huge tits... So after some viewing and using up all my tokens I was back out front to chat with my friend some more before heading home.. He offered some more tokens. She was obviously very excited too as I was conscious of her breathing deeply and of course as my finger gently parted her lips and explored deeper, I wasn't surprised to find she was soaking wet and obviously very aroused.I think she may have come soon after as I squeezed the flesh around her clittie and she gasped and wriggled when I explored her and I had the feeling that the novel and slightly wicked experience of having a strange man's fingers being so intimate was somehow exciting her. "Come on," he pats the seat beside him; the leash's clip jingles at the end.I stop and stare at the leash, my body curved against the inside of the chair's legs. I arch my back. I feel like an animal now and a little thrill of excitement vibrates through my chest."Here," my owner moves to the edge of the couch. "Come here," he coos.I dart from between the chair's legs to the other side of the room near a large, potted plant, a tree of some sort. There is space between the plant and a bureau. I.