If only the floor could have swallowed me. Katie went bright red and after checking I was all right headed off into the crowd for the second time. I h...d one more cola a final visit to the toilet, and then I grabbed my coat. I stopped, I had to save face, there was one dance move I was good at, the worm, my sister said I could do it better than anyone she knew. So to impress Katie I decided to show off. It was going so well until I hit the floor too hard. I let out a high-pitched yell. She came. ’ ‘Thank you, Mr. Jennings, it seems that you are the man we need to talk to. Unfortunately, this is a matter that can’t be dealt with over the phone. Could you come into our office so that we can discuss it? We’ll pay you full expenses including loss of earnings, irrespective of the outcome.’ I realised I couldn’t lose so I made an appointment. I arranged for Will and Zoe to go to Mum’s in case I was late getting home, and on Wednesday morning I set off for London. ***** My experience was that. Panic began the first of his many reigns that night right about then. One– I don’t generally wake up sprawled on the floor. Two– I don’t generally take a nap with my bedroom in shambles. Looked like the fucking FBI tossed the place. And Three–(here’s the kicker, folks) my hands generally–hell, NEVER-come away from my head looking like they’d just been raked through a week-old slice of cherry cheesecake. I sort of sat there for a minute, or maybe ten, wide-eyed and half-hyperventilating… looking. Once he was all the way in, Ron started slowly fucking me, pulling his cock out until just the head remained then thrusting forward. By this time I was moaning as Ron's cock always felt just wonderful.I completely lost track of time or even how long Ron fucked me. I even forgot about Mike being in the room, just caught up in the moment and pleasure I was feeling. After some time, Ron's pace started to quicken and I knew he was close to cumming before he even said so. "Fuck me, fuck my white ass.