The other times I texted it would be long filthy messages from me describing how I wanted her and she wouldn't reply and the next day sober I would ha...e to apologise but she was always cool about it. At the reunions we used to meet up with our old team head, posh bird, always single, blonde, no tits always looked like she needed a good fuck, she used to flirt with me but I know wasn't ever going to follow thru with anything but I used to tell Tanya I would love to get our old boss hammered and. Eventually he flipped me over and grabbed my hair pulling me up as he began to spank my ass. These were not love slaps, they were whacks that shot charged, thrilling bolts through me. They stung but I wiggled my ass at him with each one, almost asking for more. At the same time he was rubbing and prodding my ass. - Do the white boy fuck your ass? It be mighty sweet. - I softly admitted that he did. - Good! Next time I be in there. - Dread and excitement both ran through my mind. Those thoughts. He untied me and straightened me up, saying that I must be stiff being left tied in that position for so long. He made no mention of anyone else being here, so if he hadn’t arranged it, who was it. I said I was feeling stiff and would go and have a hot bath to relax. In reality I wanted to wash out all the sponk in me before Tom noticed. It was as I lay relaxing in the bath that I heard the same squeaking that I’d heard just before being gang banged. It was the window cleaner, of course, it’s. I turned to Ian and nodded. I would suck his cock. Not the most convincing yes but it was good enough for Ian who stood up and took his t-shirt off. Ian was about 5' 9" and was quite athletic in build and had short blonde hair. He was a good looking guy and I was shocked he had not had a least a blow job. He discarded his tracksuit bottoms and sat on the edge of the bed in just a pair of white boxer shorts and leaned back onto his elbows presumably to get a good view of the forthcoming action..