I kissed his head and felt the slick fluid on my lips and a sweet flavor on my tongue. “Open your mouth” he said softly. With his free hand now st...oking my hair and the back of my head, he slowly moved his hips forward and his engored head moved past my lips and onto my mouth. He moaned softly, but I bet I was enjoying this even more. I had never wanted anything more and never had anything feel more right. With his loving hand holding and stroking the back of my head, I matched his rhythm and. “You were, weren’t you? You were looking at my arse.” I put the magazine down. “I couldn’t fucking miss it, could I?” Then he slapped himself on the bum. He said, “It is sexy though, innit?” Dirty bastard was spanking himself on the bum, looking over his shoulder at me, licking his lips. “You’re not right, you, mate.” “Do you really like it then?” “What?” “My arse.” “Put some pants on, will you?” “But you’ll not be able to look at my bum then, will you?” “Fuck off and put some pants on.” He. I casually followed her, as she walked, defeated, out of the room. Isabella sat down heavily in the nearest chair and started to search frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a chip or the like, anything that would get her back to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.She hung her head in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her problems wasn't in there. It was a good moment to approach her."Hey, don’t look so. I quickly got undressed and checked my clothing, nude is the standard dress code for these parties. The loft was a pretty large play space the downstairs area was a wide clear area with a few couches around with windows that were covered. The entire space was kept almost pitch black, you could barely make out who was who, but I loved the anonymity of it. I could faintly see a few guys playing on the bottom floor, sucking cock, kissing, etc. but given the hosts advice I quickly made my way.