His voice was boomingly loud and dripping with masculine confidence. He also had this way of making a person seem like they were the most important pe...son in the world.By the time I had gone over his bill and discovered where the problem lay, I had agreed to go out on a date with him Saturday night.When I met Steve in person I wasn't disappointed. Although he dressed kind of like a cross between a Goth and a Punk, all in black, and he had a shaved bald head, he was still very handsome and I was. And, please covey my thanks to your friend Sheetal for her wonderful idea” I said. She thanked me too. We talked for a few minutes more and hung up.She had said they would take their dinner from Home and wait near a landmark she told. On Saturday night, I took a cab and reached the rendezvous spot exactly at 9.30. They too reached in time. During the journey back to my house, we did not talk much. I became aware her friend Sheetal shot occasional probing glances at my face. We reached my house,. He lets go of my hand and puts it on my breasts, without asking my permission, squeezing my breasts in his hand. the next thing he tells me is to get on my knees. so I get on my knees between his legs. In this position I was with my breasts at the level where his cock was. without saying anything he puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me towards him. and with the other hand he puts his cock between my breasts. this movement made me lose my balance and I put my hands on. Actually, I'd popped half a Mandrax an hour earlier, and was succumbing to the wooziness that was the beginning of its effect."I'm feeling great ... so great..." I murmured, grinning happily at my lover. Sarah kissed me long and deep and ran her hands over me with glorious knowledge of what I liked. She'd quickly learned how I like my nipples to be firmly tweaked and tugged, how I reacted to being smacked a bit on the bum, and tickled ... But I just had to ask..."Sarah, would you ... tie me up.