I shrugged my shoulders and sidled off to find a bar and something to nibble on. I generally dislike big parties but I particularly despise them when ... am there because I have to be instead of because I want to be. This night I had to go because my wife was on the gala committee and it just wouldn’t be right if I didn’t show up. That I barely knew the other people associated with the event or that we would spend the entire night apart as she worked the crowd didn’t enter into the equation. I. I knew she was close to the edge. Taking my finger out of her ass I concentrated on her g spot and tapped rhythmically. “Oh god baby, oh god baby," she repeated over and over again like a mantra. I worked on her relentlessly, feeling her writhe and buck under me. She was getting so wet and I was swallowing some of her sweet juice. “Emmm,” she cried, “Emm don’t stop. Uh, uh, uh,” she moaned, it was the lustiest sound I'd heard. "I’m cumming,” she screamed. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m. After 5 minutes of just total kissing, she got off me and looked at me. I looked at her back. "I'm sorry...," she says with a blush. "It's okay," I said. "You're a really good kisser. Better than my ex-girlfriend." She blushed. "You know... I love you," she says. "I love you, too!", in reply. "But...but...I love you love you...as in, really really love you love you...", she says. "I see. We can't really be together like that though, you know?" "I know...But can we just be....Cousins with. In total 28 boys were in there. Staff actually outnumbered the boys. There were also female staff .These were the most feared, even though they were not allowed to touch ustheir very presence ,was overpowering and their influence was paramount.The sound of their high heels on the wooden floors and the sight of their sheer nylon stockingswould mean a hard session. The men were bad enough. But the women ran the place they were strict and I would say all sadists.This was my second day in the.