The big guy pulled the leash and dragged Sonia a few meters away from the group. He pulled her up by the leash so she had to tiptoe and placed his ugl... face a few inches from her face.“Now, bitch, you do exactly what I want. If not you will regret it deeply. Do you understand?”Sonia nodded with a horror stricken expression in her pretty face.“Now get on your knees. You know what to do, slut.”Sonia kneeled as ordered. She watched as the man opened his trousers and pulled out a huge erect dick. Remember, this was the one of the twice-monthly freestyle, sex get-togethers of all eight trainers, which today’s events had sort of turned on its head. Kyle’s virtuoso performance with his cock on Dmitri’s ass had by its sheer brilliance, given exceptional glitter to what was usually an afternoon of vigorous, mutually enjoyable sex, with every man doing what he fancied; so there were usually individual pairings of the Kyle-Dmitri type as well as group activities, together usually with some new. She whispered in his ear that he should play the "mystery pussy" game which would start after most of the party-goers would leave at midnight. She told him it was hard to get men to participate because they were so outnumbered by the women.The woman's name was Terry and she confided in him that she was actually married but she liked the fun of meeting new people and just "being me".Mark had already imbibed 2 glasses of wine at this point and he focused on this as a particularly "good idea".When. We got our coffee and had a seat at the table. As the night rolled on we made intellectual banter while listening to the poets read their work. I lost count of how many poems I heard until the coffee house owner stood up and announced that John would be reading something special for a special lady. To say that there were butterflies in my stomach would be a huge understatement. John took the stage and looked deep into my eyes before reciting probably the most amazing poem Ive ever heard in my.