‘And you’re third reason?’ ‘Because, M’sieur Cheval, I am a gentleman who holds the love of a woman sacred, no matter how freely she gives i.... And so I am not a man who would betray a woman who bestowed so precious a gift on me. That would be most base of me… don’t you think?’ Cheval’s face was bright red with shame and anger, and he leapt to his feet. ‘You speak most unwisely, sir,’ he spat. ‘You could have made powerful friends tonight. As it is….’ Without finishing his sentence, he spun on. He ceased to be a virgin, when it was all taken away out of his very deepest depths by big hard man cock, when at last he took every fucking hard inch and truly became the man’s desperate willing faggot bitch.With each step, heavy garhi safed manee bachay ki gaand kay loose lips mein se smooth young thighs par slide ho rahi hai. Voh gaand jo kabhi virgin thi, teen boy ka head unintentionally fakhar se buland ho raha hai. He remembers the pain of the man entering him, the rippling burning hot. The regular men flirting with me helped to get my mind focused. I showered, tidied with my razor, and dressed in a formal black dress and heels. Nothing slutty. In fact, I thought it was alluring.While I showered, Dan had messaged that he’d meet me at six-thirty. I drove there, aiming to be early so that I could have a drink while waiting. It was busy at the bar as the place is very popular with date nights and wealthy people. I ordered a glass of wine — pricey but worth it — and waited. I. Perhaps. Now come and cheer everyone up by dancing with me."Five minutes of energetic humiliation later I was really ready for a beer and left the dance floor to the cheers of the campsite."Dear Lord how do you always manage to persuade me to do that?" I asked Paula."You make me look so good is why," she replied with a cheeky grin. This is true, I can make anyone look good on the dance floor, it's not that I have two left feet, it's more like Jake the Peg, three left feet and an utter lack of.