He left the Apartment door opened a crack and I walked into the room. I took off my boots but left on my coat and clothes. It was a studio and his bed... was just around the corner from the foyer. He was on the bed laying on his stomach. I told him I was freezing and had to warm up my hands. I went into the bathroom and ran warm water on my hands. He had the lights low, candles burning... It was very much like a massage studio set up. He had oil on the night stand. I rubbed it into my hands. I always told him I only went along with because it turned him on so much but the truth is that sometimes I had enjoyed some of his fantasies. The thought of having to satisfy multiple men in front of him turned me on at various different times. I even finally gave up on resisting the IR stuff. After that he began to consistantly introduce a black man/men into his fantasies. He found xhamster on the internet and was on there all the time. Ocassioanlly I would watch something with him.. What do you think about that Cunt?’ he asked me. I had a huge smile on my face, from ear to ear. ‘I think I will like that’ I replied. ‘Good because I invited a few friends to help us out. You will fuck them if I tell you to understand?’ I was somewhat scared but knew uncle Mark would look out for me. ‘Yes sir. Should I change back into my clothing? I asked making my way to the tent. ‘No Cunt. You will stay the way you are’ he said then went back into the tent to return with a butt plug.. This story is based on one of these experiences into the world of my fantasies.As we walk home together from the shopping the energy in the air from the unseasonal storm brewing above our heads is obvious. Naomi laughs at my giddy joke taking in huge gulps of the electicity in the air as she does so. The clouds loom above the pair of us looking ominous and purposeful. People scuttle indoors to avoid the unexpected rain.I invite Naomi back up to my flat as there is something about the moment.