From his reaction I knew it was a girl. Feeling a little nervous I danced with her. Her hands made their way to my waist and she guided my hips with h...er hands. Her body felt warm as she pressed into me and I was painfully aware of her breasts pressing into my back. More and more of the alcohol hit me making me feel a little bit brave and I allowed my hands to move to hers. I guided her hands higher up and allowed her to slide her hands up my sides. Then to my surprise she had me pressed against. " Yes, Sir. See you then."A few minutes later in the shower, I shook my head in wonder. How did I forget the toy box? I vowed never to leave the bloody thing anywhere ever again. I could just imagine trying to reclaim it from lost property if I left it on the subway. Or from the police! Stepping out of the shower and drying my hair, I heard the regular phone ringing. I wrapped my towel around my hips and walked into the kitchen. "Who could that be?" I wondered aloud. I decided to let the. My large tool took her aback. Unfortunately we heard footsteps from downstairs and hence ended our meeting there. But we started meeting secretly in the staircase and continued our encounters.Despite our frequent short meeting I desperately wanted a longer appointment. Shortly I was to receive one. One Sunday morning I received a call from Namrata. Her transistor was not working and so she wanted me to fix it. Sensing an opportunity I promptly answered at her doorstep. On seeing her I almost. I started being aware that my ass, balls and legs had been devoid of hairand the centre of my sexual universe seemed to have shifted from my cock tomy ass. I laid back and extended my shapely legs into the air and noticedhow shiny and well formed they were. I remembered wrapping them around analmost never ending string of sturdy black studs that all wanted to use mybodies holes to fill, to fuck and to use and in some ways degrade for theirunyielding quest for sexual release. In their quest.