I was sat on the couch watching and trying to concentrate on taking in my surroundings. The room was a hotel apartment or a suite, I don’t know which, but it had a couple of arched windows, brick walls and a bricked barrel like ceiling, (vaulted, I think it’s called), timber flooring and lots of rungs. Someone had lit candles and it had three bedrooms and a bathroom. The room we were in was a lounge, come a kitchen, and it had two large coloured leather couches. It was nice, I think the building was a converted warehouse, an old shipping one.
There were four couples still in the room with me; they were all mostly naked now and had all been fucking one another, all around me, for the last hour or do. I had helped out, with getting drinks and even wanking a couple of the guys. Yes, really. Everyone had been pleasant to me, telling me how lucky Lisa and Tom were, complimenting me on my body, my looks and had only really touched me in passing or due to proximity, nothing intentionally or sexually. Being honest, it was a totally overwhelming situation and I was still naked, well, apart from my boots. I was sat modestly, legs together, relaxed but beginning to feel invisible. I wasn’t feel self conscious of my nudity, (everyone had sat and watched me cum little over an hour ago), no, but I was feeling in need of a cuddle.
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