. soon.I always fantasied about being fucked by the group of guys wearing nothing but speedos, and that fantasy recently came true when I was invited ...to this party by a guy I met online. His name was Rob, he was a forty-five years old sales executive. From the photos on his online profile, Rob was hot. He was well built and stocky, tanned with shaved/waxed chest. Speaking to me on Skype, he sounded very confident and like a man in control. He said he had these speedo fuck parties at his house. "Right now, I'm thinking of moving to some big city...maybe New York or Seattle...you know, some place with a lot of men."As she laid out the rules for my future life with her, she told me in no uncertain terms how she was not about to change her sexual habits for me. She told me that I would probably see very little of her until the end of the term, since she had a lot of work to take care of for her classes, and her social calendar was a very full one. Of course, I would take over her laundry. “You should have learned the prophecy of the witch king better. There is no vizier in the prophecy since our kingdom has never had such a position. I just needed to spin a tale that would stop you from wondering about the true reason that father sealed me. What could work better than invoking the classical evil figure of the corrupt vizier and given him my name in case you had heard that Azbezil was evil.”“I get that now, but what are they?” Pymaria whispered in panic as he opened a door into a. Some were already pulling on their rods with anticipation. “Your cock feels good also.” she replied. “I’m having a good time.” During this fuck session, some had come in then left, many were probably gay, not interested or didn’t want sloppy number two plus. Tammy’s tits were flying around while getting screwed, I was playing with them also. Watching her get fucked, enjoy herself, the guy, the cock in her hole, was a major turn on for me. “Oh, shit, I am coming.” she let out, then started.