I nodded put my bags in her room while she started to undress in the way to the bathroom. The kitchen was next to the second bedroom used as a studio,...office, guest room. I walked there not before taking a look in her lingerie drawer, for my surprised she had three of them, for a tomboy she sure is a more sensual than we believed. The top one was divided in two sections, one for panties and the other one for bras, everyday stuff. The second one was more sophisticated, and for my taste the. .. he called me a cocksucker and all but kicked me out of the house. A week went by, and then one day he called me... invited me over, and we played the whole scenario out again. And of course, he didn't suck me or jerk me off, or anything. He wouldn't even let me jerk myself off as I sucked him." He continued, "This went on for the better part of a year. After a few months, he decided he wanted to fuck me. At first, it hurt like hell, but then after awhile... God help me, I came to hate him,. The only good thing about my job was that daily time apart fanned the flame of my passion for our evening rendezvous. We’d fall upon each other like wildcats- stripping as we kissed, unable to perform any mundane tasks (like making dinner) until after our bodies had merged. After the dishes were washed, we’d have time to make love- this initial contact was a desperate fuck, often on the floor of her entryway. No words needed to be spoken- our bodies communicating mutual lust. One. I took my coat off and let him see me in my white basque and white see through knickers, he just said ' fukin hell he'll have a heart attack '.Anyway i waited and a couple of minutes later he came and got me and led me in to the sitting room where a group of drunk lads were stood about and one was at on a chair with a blindfold on, i was led over and motioned for me to sit on his knee and one of the guys took his blindfold off. They all cheered and i told the guy i was sat on that i was his.