"I want you to tell me what this is. You can't see because of yourblindfold, right, Softy?" That's right Ma'am." What does this smell like to you?" sh... asked putting the rubberyobject under his nose."It smells like rubber, maybe like a condom," he answered."Softy, you got the 'rubber' part right. Here, let me put it againstyour cheek ... can you tell me what it is?" It feels like a rubber thumb." Sort of. You wouldn't mind sucking my thumb then would you?" sheasked."I guess not," he played. Taking a good fucking.It wasn't long after that that I felt his cock begin to throb and just as I expected, he shot into my boy-hole. He didn't pull out because she warned that it might hurt more right after. We all waited and then he slowly pulled out of me. To my surprise, I was very hard again and she wasted no time in rolling me over and riding me, as she had done her husband the Sunday before. She came first and then again. I apparently shot up into her, at some point, yet stayed hard for. "I've... Oh God. I've never been buggered before." What? Never?" No. Never."He yanked the red lace across her thighs and drew it down her calves to her feet, and she didn't stop him, because she couldn't. She was frozen, trapped, vulnerable. She just stood there, eyes shut, fists clenched, and he stared at her mound and her thin slither of hair. "Get down on your knees, my beauty," he whispered. "Show me your ass, and ask me to do it. Ask me to bugger you. I want to hear the sound of your. He spoke little, and wasn't particularly notable when he did deign to speak, but his memory was downright uncanny, making him valuable at filling in blanks you may have carelessly left in your notes. Slim, pale, lightly muscled but stronger than he looks, he cuts a decent figure himself, with a handsome face hidden somewhere behind that unsure expression. With some confidence he could be a real lady-killer.Then there's you, Alex Summers. You're a good person whose genuine first interest is.