Hi...it’s a friends birthday tonight, I’m lending him my flat but he wants black party poppers, you would not believe how hard they are to find”...��ooo a party at yours, can anyone come?””well I’m sure the more the better” “what time should I be there?””it starts at 7”with that she smiles and walks away, I watch her ass in her tight jeans as she disappears around the corner.7pm comes and goes, still no delivery lady so I decide to enjoy the party, quite a few people I don’t know are crammed into. This time heentered with ease--Alex's arse was already stretched, and fucked himfrom behind, doggy fashion. Alex revelled in the sensations, but slightlymissed the restraint of the previous night... he wasn't sure if Clive wasready for that yet.*****"Daniel" asked Alex, whilst applying his make-up the next morning "Doyou have any magazines on enforced bondage? Or should I just ask howmany have you got?"Daniel laughed. "Yes, I've got a few. Do you want a lift home--we canpick some up as we go. I nipped into the bedrooms and pushed up the lower sashes to get a breeze through.Adrian and I picked up the quilts and towels and tidied the flat, while the girls went over the cooking to check that they hadn't forgotten anything for their dinner party.We had rather a narrow escape with the coffee - as Adrian was getting his grandmother's old electric percolator down from the top of the cupboard, he suddenly realised that they hadn't actually got any coffee to be percolated.With only minutes. He did, bringing me to a climax with his tongue. It was wonderful. I had never felt anything like it before and from that point on, I knew I would do this again and again. It was unlike anything Victor and I did and like nothing I had ever imagined. While Victor made love to me, I knew that Louis fucked me. And the difference was huge.From that day on, I made arrangements to see Louis at least once or twice a month, either here at home or somewhere else, when we had the time to make use of a.