” And did you masturbate when Daniel did?” “My goodness, how do you know that?” “I know Pete.” Silence from Pete. “Why don’t you ask m... Pete?” “Ask what?” he said, almost in a whisper. “OK Pete, I’ll tell you then. “ Gemma paused, for effect, before saying “I know you want to be spanked.” There was silence still from the other end of the phone. Gemma became more confident. “You want me to spank you don’t you. You want me to control you and thrash you and then love you. You do don’t you” she. Sure I do big brother, I said, creeping closer still, peaking over his shoulder. I mean, Ive only ever seen a few close up before. Yours looked so beautiful, but I wanna see it again. Closer this time. Y-you sure? he said, obviously warming to the idea as he was slowly turning toward me and I could see he was letting the towel gradually fall from his penis, which was still at full attention. But should we be doing this? Isnt it wrong? Wrong? I said. We used to see each other naked all the time. What I noticed immediately was his accent which was almost too posh for the area where he was living!I entered the house and followed Paul into what I took to be the main downstairs room. There were already about 8 or 9 other party goers there, mingling and helping themselves to food and drink. Music was playing on what seemed to be a full-scale DJ system: "that's Derek's" said Paul, "he's a part time DJ as well, did I mention that?". "No" I replied. I wondered what was in his record collection. “I must have been so drunk, normally I wouldn’t fuck you for a million dollars,” she admitted, “No offence.”“Normally I wouldn’t want to, you stuck up cow,” I retorted.“So why are you getting hard?” she asked.My cock was making a tent pole of my boxer shorts. “Uh?” I exclaimed.“I’m sore.” she announced, “My pussy needs some soothing cream, cock cream.”“If you think I’m fucking you bareback,” I said and she hauled my boxers down, “You’re probably right.”I kissed her forehead.“Just fuck me,” she.