A friend who was into what I later learned was termed the ?lifestyle'put me on to this run down club in SoHo. The place was a dilapidated dump butonce...a month, a crowd gathered who could usually satisfy my needs. I was naked, strapped to a St. Andrews cross when Trace and two of hisarmy buddies arrived. It had been an off night. I was leaving for trainingat Fort Campbell next week. I had gone to the club hoping that some one witha talented whip hand would give me the discipline I craved. A. My mind raced ahead to Angela fucking my ass while she used my mouth to fuck her husband. My fingers were teasing my penis, gently feeling the veins pulsing steadily in my semi-erect member. I pinched the head and pulled while my free hand grabbed a tit and squeezed. I recalled how it felt to just relax and let them fuck me. Their cocks stroking in and out; just being a cunt for their use, taking my pleasure from being their sex toy. I squeezed harder, pinched harder; sending waves of pleasure. Kuch to alag baat hai aaj, uski vo lips with mat pink lipstick aaj kuch jyda hi seductive lag rahe hai. Maine usko hi kiya nad hug kiya and ab vo meri bike par bethi and usne mere waist ko apni arms se lock kar diya and uska face mere shoulders pe rest karne laga. Usne mujhe itna tight hug kiya ki hum dono k beech mein se hawa b pass nahi ho sakti thi.Usko boobs mere back ko touch kar rahehey thhey and me unki softness ko mehsuh kar rha tha. Mere penis bhi excited ho rha tha. Me bike chala rha. He then went back to breast fondling and neck kissing as Pat moved her backside against his cock.Pat was loving the various stimulations and she and Ian were both determined to make the most of this bonus time together due to Cyril taking an extra night away. Ian next put his right hand under Pat's nightdress at the front and started fingering her cunt," Oh shit, you are driving me wild this morning," she said, now with her nightdress above waist height both front and back.Pat was longing to be.