Once a “fuckee” is placed on any station he can be there all night to be ravished by many “fuckers”. Many times this is whythe blindfolds and ...ags are good. “Fuckees” have no idea who is fucking them. YThe opening distance of the legs and arms of the “fuckees” on this station will be the prerogative of the “fucker” without causing pain. The next station will be the trapeze. Basically a trapeze contraption that has like a chair so that the “fuckee” can be hanging from the ceiling and her. ]I remembered getting maudlin as the alcohol took its toll. I rememberedthinking 'to hell with it' and buying a ticket to Euston so I could paySusan a surprise visit. I remembered lurching towards the buffet insearch of a few cans of Strongbow to keep me company on the journey.I didn't remember anything else.Well, I mused as I lay there in the darkness, you've excelled yourselfthis time, Col. Thirty-four years old, assistant Head of Year in a largesecondary school, supposed to be a role model. We watched TV for a while, her rounded hip in my lap, her face next to mine, and the cat was perched on the arm of the chair, making our strange family unit complete. Came time for bed. We went to bed together.Unusual for us, Nikki was wearing panties, a concession to her period. I didn't put on anything, and once in bed, my caresses avoided her pussy, but I lavished love on everything else, just because she was mine and because I loved her and further down the list because she was such a. Leaving the colleges behind me I walked down to the river, following the path by the bank to the wilder parts. A couple was lying stretched out on the grass under the shade of one of the trees. He was on his back and she lay partly across him. They were locked in a passionate kiss. Instinctively I stopped to watch and saw one of her hands move down to his trousers where she stroked the bulge in his jeans. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and watched as she undid the button, unzipped him and.