To everyone else, Kalani had used my formal titles. But to this man she said simply, “Michael, this is my papa. Papa, this is the one. The one who f...und your inscription.”I knew immediately that he was the one who had carved the simple but elegant pendant I wore around my neck. Without saying a word, I drew myself up and arms stiff to my sides, I offered him my most noble bow, holding it as the crowd fell quiet around me. Then, as I straightened, I simply pulled the necklace from inside my. The names and exact location are changed so that the group and members of the group are not identified.The afternoon went as follows…As the host of this little gathering, I sent an email to all the guys who had confirmed their attendance to the Speedo Party on the morning of the meet. Proceedings kicked off with us all meeting in the beer garden of my local pub (let’s say it is the Bondi Pub)… as some of the guys are not out, the pub of choice is a straight pub to avoid any anxiety such a meet. It didn’t help that the tight rubber cock ring around the base of his shaft was begging to make him get an erection slowly building up. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt the leather cuffs around his wrists tightly pull his shoulders back in place behind his back as he adjusted himself. He hissed as he felt a stinging stretch in his asshole. He couldn’t sit properly in the tight latex underwear as he felt the plug in his tight asshole press around his anal ring and sphincter muscles with the. Oh, it felt good to have that off, and I briefly massaged my breasts.Unzipping my pencil skirt and stepping out of it, I continued down the hall in nothing but my lace thong. Walking into my bedroom, I automatically stopped and looked out of the window, just to see if anyone happened to be looking my way. Naughty, naughty!Turning from the window, I slid my thong off and picked up a glass and a bottle of wine from my bedroom fridge. I walked naked into the bathroom and ran the water, making sure.