?What the fuck.!!??It is my Mastersbelt sir. I am preparing for this evening.??This evening, whatis this evening???The charity event.I am going there ...ith him.??So why the belt.??There is a toyinside Sir.??Really.??Yes Sir.??Hmm. Too bad forme I guess. I was in the mood for a fuck.? He ran his hand over my cheeks,pressing his crotch against me. I could feel his hard cock through histrousers. His hand moved between my legs and pressed the belt hard.?Please Sir. Allowme to suck you.??Guess that. Clint slowly danced his way over to a darker part of the dance floor. With my back toward a darkened hallway, Clint’s hand slipped down and under my skirt grabbing my ass, squeezing it.“You are either commando under that skirt or you are wearing a thong?” Clint asked. “Tell me or I will find out myself.”“Thong,” I said softly“And what is the color?”“Red,” I answered“So you ready to get out of here and go fuck?” he asked softly“Clint, thanks for the slow dance but I came here to enjoy myself,. As I pulled my s*******n old cock, I was really enjoying this stash when I found a little black book. Inside was his contact list with whores, escorts, cinemas and other acquaintances. Mostly there were places a long way away, but one contact caught my eye and made me wank faster. He has details, and a photo of a neighbour a few doors away. It was clear that this lady, Emma, was nicer in the flesh than when I saw her in the street and she was doing tricks. So, I made of note of her contact. He thought she was in her early to mid twenties – a year or two older than himself – but somehow, seemed older. Not unhappy, but with an undercurrent of sadness that he wanted to dispel. Of course, the fact she was very attractive helped.Amy watched Terry discreetly. He was the first man she'd been attracted to since meeting Barry. Clearly intelligent, with a sense of humour; considerate ... tolerant of the twins' pestering, he treated them ... not as adults exactly, but as... people. She was.