” Me- “Will we fuck?” Julie-“Maybe” Me- “Cammy wants Gene to come over. Can he?” Julie- “Maybe later”About ten minutes later, Gene c...lled and asked if I wanted to come over and watch the rest of the Monday Night Football game. I told him I was watching it right now and would come right over. When I got there, Gene answered the door and took me down in the basement. Julie was sitting on a chair wearing shorts and t-shirt without a bra. She immediately asked if I wanted a beer. She said she. Having his arse and face slapped was acceptable, as long as it didn’t become too frenetic.As I watched the face-fucking unfold before me, my cock was again being treated to one of the anal highlights of a lifetime. To add to my pleasure, the grunts and groans emanating from my two abettors elevated my ecstasy to a higher plain and I couldn’t believe what a fantastic Friday night I was having. The ‘Friday Night Supper Club’ was certainly meeting with my full approval.Normally, I would have been. But nowhere near as much as the sight of the wet stain spreading across the lovely soft panties. In panic, he filled the sink with water and poured hair shampoo over the stain trying to wash them, but then he had the problem of drying them. One that he actually solved quite ingeniously, After dressing himself, he took the wet panties down to the back of the garden and hung them in the abandoned greenhouse. Except for Mark, no one had visited there since his father had left 10 years earlier.. We talked several times and he told me about his fantasy to have a submissive man who would need to satisfy all of his needs. He told me that bondage would be necessary and that I would have to be ready and willing to pleasure him without any boundaries. I asked what that meant, and his only reply was that I had to choose whether I was able to do as told or not. This excited me tremendously not knowing what I may have been in for (never imagining how far or extreme that this guy would go). So I.