It was a real compulsion. Damn. It was just a joke. I didn’t want to do that to her. I unlocked my file drawer, reaching to the back, and pulling o...t the tiny little clear plastic box I’d put her M&M in. A joke. I looked up as Briana burst into my office, closing the door sharply behind her. She leaped upon me, pressing her lips against mine. She bit my lip, her tongue brushing against my teeth, her breath heavy. She pulled back, her eyes on fire, chest heaving. ‘There. Now give her to me.’ I. Ich habe Angst davor, man koennte mich wieder kopfueber in eineKloschuessel haengen und die Spuelung betaetigen um mir bei der'Mundspuelung' zu helfen, nachdem man mich zu einer'Franzoesischstunde' eingeladen hat.Ich hasse es, auf einem kleinen Podest stehend mit meinemOberkoerper ueber einem Balkongelaender im 6. Stock zu haengenund nur dadurch vor dem Drueberfallen geschuetzt zu sein, weildurch die Balkongitter hindurch meine Handgelenke mit meinenFussgelenken per Handschellen verbunden sind.. ................my lady and I start off with placing a posting on a few adult site and C.L. casual encounters looking for a bi couple, atleast the guy being bi. I'm a very orally bi top guy, my lady says she isn't bi but she has played with a few women.Well after emails and chatting with several couple we narrow it down to one. Just to make sure everyone is a match we have a little meet and greet, dinner and drinks. A few days later the couple email, wanting us to come over that following. This was actually happening; her fantasy was developing before her very eyes but she was scared. This man was real; this was no act. The large framed man sat with her was real. He seemed serious; it all seemed serious. He was going to fuck her like a whore."I know." He told her as he rested a large dark brown hand on her knee. "I am here to make it all real for you." Please no." She said with faltering voice.His hand lifted from her knee and reached for the key on the table. Moments later her.