Was I hers? I knew she was 21 because they were serving her. She looked to be in her 30s to me. The perfect age for a woman. The reached their sexual ...peak then. At least that's what I had heard, and it had proved to be true for me. I walked by her and whispered into her ear. "If you want to be fucked in the ass come out to the alley right now." Continuing on to the back door I opened it, stood in the alley and then waited. I did not wait long. "Who the fuck are you and why would I let you do. " Brody felt drained now; fatigue was another symptom he hadn't shaken. He rested his head back on the couch."All right. You feeling okay?" Bax looked concerned. "Do you need anything? I have to go soon but I could probably zip out and get you something if you need it." No, thanks, I'm good. The headaches are pretty much gone but I still get tired. I just need to rest and try to relax. Really, I'm okay, Bax. Thanks for checking in." All right. Guess I'll head out, then."Brody stood and walked. But Saturdays are party nights where a small group of like minded peopleget together to enjoy their particular quaints. Saturday afternoons I amloaded into a large traveling crate in the back of my owners car anddriven sometimes for hours to various places around the country. Theparties are fun and sometimes raucous where a kaleidoscope of fetishescome together. I spend the vast majority of my time at these parties onall fours being petted, stroked and groped by people in heavy leatherboots and. ’ Edith took Little One’s right hand and pressed it against the damp spot weeping through her panties. ‘Oh my, Edith, you are wet.’ Edith ran her hand up the inside of Little One’s thigh and pushed her fingers inside Little One’s panties. ‘Look who else is wet,’ she said. ‘Just think what it will be like to have a real man play with your pussy. I bet he has a big cock too.’ ‘Edith!’ Little One cried, ‘You are terrible’ Edith’s fingers pulled Little One’s slit open and softly stroked. Little One.