But they hadn’t switched holes, and all had come at about the same time. But Conrad, or whatever the fuck his name was – well, he was different. E...ach time they had been together he had managed to excite her, and that was unusual for Leah. As sexual partners went, they seemed to be perfectly matched. ‘Let’s do it now,’ she heard him say, bringing her back. ‘Do what?’ Leah thought, as she drifted in a cocaine induced haze. Nevertheless, she shifted her lithe body, giving him access to whatever. They hug my arse and give support to my heavy cock and gravid bollocks. Fine black socks on my feet. Then a crisp, white, poplin shirt, from Harvie & Hudson of Jermyn street. Each arm slides in effortlessly and I fasten the buttons one by one, concealing my dense, swarthy body hair. I slip the trousers off the hanger, shake them out in front of me and step in. I tuck in my shirt and button up. They are snug and secure, but not tight. Just the right amount of give so I can sit comfortably and. "He let it hang, there was no need for any more to be said, advice? A plea? A warning even? I didn't really know, but I let it go and said simply,"Don't worry Frank, I know the score"I wandered off then to look around the place, there were couples of all races, ages and genders, most of them knew me, or at least knew of me and if I'd have accepted all the offers of drinks, I'd have been out cold on the floor,Two women came in whilst I stood propping up the bar enjoying the scenery and I watched. Suddenly, at an unseen signal, she was lifted bodily in something like a sitting position by two of the anonymously clad men. The other who had been sucking on her pussy, stripped quickly in front of her, held captive as she was. His body was revealed, taught, muscular, hard with a washboard stomach. He kept the balaclava on to hide his identity. His cock stuck out at right angles from his groin, twitching in anticipation of her depths.He lay on the rug covered floor and indicated that they.