Arnold was waiting for a midnight taste treat. I stepped out of the car and loved the ‘chunk’ sound it made. She took off in a hurry and I realize... I had to come into the house through the back door. Mrs. Martin’s house next door to ours had towels and sheets on the clothesline. I was able to reach over the fence and snake a wash cloth. I wiped the semen from my face then put the wash cloth back on top the the clothesline…resting on some sheets. I made it into the house. Nobody was up. I walked. I looked at the two girls who had become my best friends in less than a week. "Here's to best friends, and the night of our lives!" Oh yeah!"We headed over to where the guys were standing, talking about who knows what.We each grabbed our guy, and we were off the party.Kyle looked kind of nervous, so I slipped my hand in his. He gave it a squeeze, and I squeeze back.We rang the bell, and Brad answered. He had a drink in his hand, but you could tell he wasn't totally wasted yet."Hey! The. ” Sir Antal paused again as if uncomfortable about the subject of the book. “The book is why I am here, I have used it already fully, when I sought to published I was criticized. To each person the book seems different; I never knew why letters seemed to dance across the pages. At first I thought it was the drink taking hold of me, the book is powerful and unique to each person.” This was true, Mustang noticed several times that paragraphs would change on him, in the back of his mind he thought. He tried to pull away but i managed to hold him in position, by now my own need for release was urgent, i told him to get himself over the heavy wooden dining table, it was a robust table i figured and would take what was to come, he duly placed himself over the table standing on the floor i tied his ankles apart to the legs & bound his wrists together and tied those to another leg of the table, now with any guy i fucked they without exception get blindfolded and gagged , and in my experience.