They told me that my wife had told them about me. They said how sexy I looked and started to stroke and fondle my stocking clad legs. I felt at ease w...th these two older gents. They were touching me up and it was lovely. I was starting to get excited. My wife nipped in to see them fondling and petting with me.My wife told them that I loved sucking cock just as much as she did. I was shocked because I had never sucked a cock before. But somehow I knew it was about to happen. Both guys stood up. FUCK me." Every time my cock pounds into her, "Fuck" come from her gorgeous, very lady-like mouth and it's completely apropos. It is a breathless, magic chant, and it's driving me joyfully crazy. I drive into her harder, cupping her breasts firmly from behind now."Harder."I move my hand to her hips, pulling her to me hard every time I move into her. She ends up being pushed forward, closer to the railing. She gasps. I ask breathlessly if she's ok."Oooh. My nipples are sliding on the metal. It. Does my own count?” My eyes widened in startled amazement. A whole world of questions came up in my head. But my balls were telling me not to ask and just to give him something he wants.“No it doesn’t, let’s see what your first meat tastes like then!” And with that I rammed by crotch in his face. He growled with hunger for my throbbing cock and his mouth was already drooling in combination of saliva and what was left of my own precum. The growl sent my own senses wild and I returned to more. It read, “I hope you still have your uniform and that it still fits because I’d like you to wear it for a me and be my personal servant for the night you will do everything I tell you without question.” Well of course I responded immediately and accepted the invitation, and yes the uniform still fitted I had worn it in private many times and remembered those dirty weekends with my depraved Mistress. The weekend of the party arrived I packed a bag and caught the train to Edinburgh where she.