Ididn't know his background, his family or anything about his lifebefore moving to London. I had no idea of his sexual orientation orwhat a wicked guy...he really was and therefore wasn't at all afraid ofhim.The company in which I worked wasn't holding a Christmas party thisyear due to poor trading performance. I was therefore insanelyjealous of all the Christmas activity being planned. "I wonder if you would do me the honour of coming to my Christmasbash," Conrad asked. "I'd love to!" I. I nodded in agreement. He came back and sat down scooting closer to me now. " If you want to, you can take your jeans off. I don't mean get naked, or anything, but you could leave your tights on if you wanted to?" he said. So after mustering up the courage, I stood up and took my jeans off. His eyes bulged out of his head when he saw me standing there in my shiny black tights and black satin panties over top of them. His hand was instantly on my thigh, running up and down the shiny material. ". Feel my...legs"(Oh no! His back...not his back. Please don't let it be broken!) "Everything is going to be alright, Gray." She felt his neck for his pulse and noticed it was very faint. She then reached to his thigh and pinched him, hard enough to leave a bruise. Gray didn't flinch or even bat an eye. (No, no, no...not this, please not this!) "Keep talking to me, Gray." I'm...so...cold-d."The sun was beating down and it was quite warm(He's going into shock and I don't have anything to. I myself was still in heavy debate if the question was real or just a bluff. But I had to find out the truth, the limits to these girls’ game.“Can I have sex with you?”“Amy wanted you to ask that?”“I’m pretty sure, I think.”“Yeah, you can have sex with me. Did you want to right now?”I gulped big time. And I figured out that I was indeed bluffing, at least when I thought about it. Ashley took my hand into hers and stood up.“Come on, it’ll be fun.”“Uh, have you done this before?” I asked.