I walk across the living room towards the bedroom. I hear moaning. The door was cracked a bit so I knelt down and looked inside. I have never been so ...urprised in my life. I saw my boyfriend, who has never played submissive in the entire time I've known him, on his knees blowing this extremely handsome man. The man was about 6 foot and in his late 20's. He had chiseled muscles on a wirey frame. And a not-quite six pack. And his cock is another story. It wasn't all that long, but my god was it. They found and invited girls to the party for the whole week leading up to it. Girls were everywhere, and the younger ones were especially eager because they wanted to party with older boys and be cool, so they were easy to get. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into, but enough booze and enough making out was usually all it took to transform the girls into the sluts they really were. A few left the party but most were more than happy to be drinking, partying, and eventually. If I told you I’d have to kill you!’ Raymond Hicks Man of Mystery, that’s me! In reality, I am only an officer in the Customs Service, and I get seconded to work with governments in South East Asia to catch drug dealers before their filthy product hits our shores. Still, I have found ‘the man of mystery’ ploy useful in pulling the birds in the past! ‘Oooooo! Are you a spy?’ I drew my finger across my throat in a silent answer. ‘Hurrrumph!’ was her contemptuous reply. Bronwyn turned away and. I knew that she had a vibrator because I could hear it buzzing on some nights and moans coming from her bed. Last Saturday evening, Amber came over to drink while our husbands were putting in extra hours at work. Prior to her arrival, I had decided that I wanted to find out just how serious Amber was about our joking around...did she feel the sexual tension as much as I did? Amber went straight towards the kitchen to cut up some limes, and I trailed closely behind her. This is it, I thought. I.