There’s a big grin on his face, it’s a lot more than I expected rousting him out like this. I give him a happy smile in return.We hug and I bring ...im inside. “Danny, this is Hugo,” I say. “Hugo, this is my brother Danny.”Danny holds out his hand. Hugo looks at it a little strangely for a minute, but then he seems to realize what’s wanted and extends his own hand.Uh-oh, Danny sometimes gets a little enthusiastic about handshakes. “Don’t, Danny,” I say quickly. I’ve seen what Hugo can do to a. I moand and reached for the bulge in his pants I worked his cock free and dropped to my knees taking in the sight of his thick 8 inches . I licked the tip tasting his precum and dove in taking as much as I could in my wet mouth . I used my hand to play with his hairy balls . He was moaning so I looked up to see him watching me as I sucked his cock . This turned me on even more.He pulled me to my feet for another kiss and reached for my cock . He knew he had a bottom when he undid my pants to. ’ ‘My sensuality,’ I repeat, dumbly. ‘Yeah, your sensuality. And I don’t necessarily mean sex. I mean your raw sensuality. That part of you that you tend to keep hidden for God knows whatever reason. That spark in your eyes when you’re talking about something close to you. Think about the time we’ve had that bottle of wine, when you were last over.’ My mind flashed back to the moment you were talking about, to that decadent bottle of wine, so rich and full, and how it took us two hours to. I got there before he did. Sarah was there looking as efficient as ever, sitting beside Clegg's desk, demurely dressed in a white blouse and a long black skirt that reached almost to the floor. I'd have asked her what the meeting was about but her mouth was filled with one of the Prep Centre's standard issue ball gags.There in the middle of Clegg's desk was an architectural model. It looked like quite an old house — a late Elizabethan manor house butted onto the keep of an earlier castle was my.