In the summer of 2015 something happened with no prior warning or build-up of self-doubt that freaked me out. I was suddenly thrown into a sexual conf...sion where I felt that I didn’t know myself anymore. Surely these are the type of doubts you might expect to experience in your teens, not at my age.It was a Friday and I was traveling home by train from Waterloo Station in London to Guildford in Surrey. I wanted to avoid Friday’s rush hour (when you can’t get a seat), so I left work early and. Beside her, held in a crouched position by hobbling straps and fastenings on his leather suit, was a slave; the same one, Fara assumed, that had accompanied her on her first appearance at Gerard Street.Fara was impressed by the stillness that Mary seemed to project around her. Even her slave, hobbled as he was, seemed to be surrounded by an aura of calm. The poor man was obviously uncomfortable. The leather suit alone, stiff and heavy, would mean he was hot and would find moving difficult. The. There was a telephone on the opposite side and two comfortable-looking chairs in front of the desk. Hailey saw pictures on the wall and took them in.There was a picture of Phil that looked like his senior portrait, a wedding photo that showed younger-looking versions of David and Beth Warner, an older man and woman that Beth took to be Phil’s grandparents, and a couple with two blonde girls in the late teens that she suspected was Phil’s uncle, aunt and cousins.“Wanna do it on Mom’s desk?” Phil. Opening his fly with my spare hand I pushed past his jocks and found a very warm thick cock and pulled it out. He was uncut and took only seconds to feel hard.Here we were standing in the moonlight on a path not more than 50 yards from the main road and houses, stroking each other’s cocks. I wanted to taste him so I got down on one knee and plunged onto his cock wetting it as much as it could. He moaned loudly as I let his knob push against my throat and said, "I can’t believe I'm standing here.