..........................................I aced my end of Fifth assessment so I was going into the Lower Sixth inthe academic stream. But the weekend...before the end of year Pamela gaveme an invite, to a Georgian garden-party at her home."What would I wear?" Period clothes of course, don't panic, I've plenty I've outgrown thatwill fit. Bring your sister if you like, there's a few kids her agecoming. If it doesn't outrage her dignity I have kid's clothes too.Come early and I'll brief you."I. He talked about art and music, his likes and dislikes, and asked what I like and dislike. I played along as best I could and if anything it was me who was getting drunk. In the end I lost patience and interrupting him in full flow about some concert he’d been to I said, ‘Roger, would you come up to my office I’ve got some paper’s I want to discuss with you.’ Nobody did any work during the afternoon of the office Christmas lunch, and I was a bit concerned that he would refuse. He did look at me. My own body soon started to respond to his fucking motion and then together we moved as one. I could feel him breathing heavily on my back, as he moved back and forth, pumping my asshole faster and harder.“Can you feel it, Madam?… your ass is responding well to mi care…” I got my eyes closed and put my hand close to my shaved mound, spreading my pussy lips with two fingers and touching my clitoris.The feeling was so good: a hard cock pounding wildly my anus and my own fingers taking care of my. She was groaning with pleasure as my tongue slowly wormed deeper inside her, pushing her hips back at me, encouraging me with coarse talk as I tugged her buttocks apart with both hands to get my tongue even deeper into her. Suddenly she drew away from me, reaching to the bedside cabinet and taking a tube of lubricant from the drawer to pass to me. I knew what she intended, and felt a tinge of apprehension for her, for although I would have loved to have my cock in her bottom, her ass hole.