Speaking to me on Skype, he sounded very confident and like a man in control. He said he had these speedo fuck parties at his house over summer and sa...d I would fit in if I was interested.Of course I was interested.I rocked up at the house on Sydney’s northern beaches one hot summer afternoon. Rob answered the door, beer in hand, wearing nothing but a pair of very tight silver Arena brand speedos. His his semi erect cock was bulging in the tiny swimwear.We shook hands, hugged and he invited me. We had discussed my costume that evening, pantyhose and a very shortlurex dress. Something as cheap as the venue. The idea was some wouldpity me and some would envy me the latter camp being the dumbest peoplethere. How do you feel about that he asked. Its never fair to ask me howI feel about anything if you're a dominant man because you know all I cando is listen. No panties with the pantyhose and his hand never far frombottom, although I will allow a pantyliner for a modicum of modesty. . “Did you dream of me, while you were away?” she asked him, taking a glass from his hand and sipping it, looking up at him from very close. “Yes,” he said. He drank down the wine, not trusting his voice. She did too, not saying anything, and held out her glass for another glass, which she also drank quickly, not saying anything, her eyes on his as he sipped a second. She set the glass down on the table and walked off across the room, saying, “So, have any ideas for tonight? Dinner? Movie? Down. We pulled into the parking lot where I got out and walked to the passenger side myself and climbed up. Entering the cab LuEllen was sitting alongside the co-pilot on the bunk smiling. He had been kissing her the whole distance since getting in the cab I found out. We all started talking and they both said nothing like this has ever happened in the 10 years they been driving for the company they worked for. They drove from Minnesota to Texas they said. The guy sitting next to LuEllen was kissing.