... wow, he's really brave ... not to mention kind of hot... ... wish the Saint Joan's Code allowed us to date, I'd go out with him in a second... ......yeah, right ... he probably has a girlfriend already ... how could he not... ? ... wouldn't mind if that toga fell on the floor ... just for a moment...Helen allowed herself a small smile of amusement as she heard her students' comments about her son. She wasn't out of earshot, of course – not ever, not in her classroom – so she gave a few of the. I heard Ryan telling the man to put it on the table. I froze and went bright red. I was so ashamed, yet so turned on. I felt like dying, but I wanted to cum.There was a long pause during which I didn’t die, and didn’t cum. Then I heard Ryan say,“She likes playing bondage games; she looks cute doesn’t she?”“Ryan, why are you doing this to me, I love you?” I thought.A minute later I heard the door close and Ryan came and took my bikini away from my face.“You bastard Ryan!” I said as I saw him. 'These white boys just can't get enough black cock, they're addicted to it.'Lloyd's hands caressed my lower back, arse-cheeks and trembling thighs. The man certainly knew how to press all the right buttons: my cock was fully erect within seconds.A minute or two later I was humping the mattress as Bryan began taking photographs and Lloyd began lubing my arsehole.Before mounting me, Lloyd kept me on tenterhooks with his rigid fingers. They slipped in and out of my arsehole with ease, as they. .. ah...”They arrive at the restaurant and Appleyard wastes no time in securing the attention of the Maître d’.The restaurant is incongruously called The Tattler Club. The name reminds Grantby of some of the more seedy establishments in London’s racy but also vulgar Soho district. The name may spark dreary memories, but the restaurant itself does not. It is a large space with tables on two levels, on the main floor and in a gallery. Graceful white classical columns march across, dividing the.