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They seemed unaware that they were a little out of place in what was obviously a biker's pub, their smart casual wear contrasting with the majority of the customer's leather clad bodies. Asking around none of her usual crowd knew who they were, so in desperation she asked Gordon the landlord about the group of strangers. The landlord laughed at Julie's question, but seeing the fire blaze in Julie's eyes quickly filled her in. "The guy who interfered with your fun is Tony, next to him is his brother Simon, or Drifter as most call him. They are both local lads, their parents Toys own the manor house on the top of the hill. The huge big guy is called Bear and I am not sure about the other two." He then went on to mention one word which made blowjob it all clear to her why they were so confident in a strange pub, "22 regiment," a single word high heels sometimes Lesbian used to describe the SAS, the elite of the British Army. Julie knew that Gordon had served but saw him a new light beyond the tattered beret with wings that sat behind the bar, and as she turned back to survey the group she saw that all but Tony had left. Picking up her coke she walked over to the table determined to find out more about this man. Tony looked up from the book he was now reading, when he saw Julie standing at the table and with a nod of his head invited her to sit as he calmly shut the book. "So you're SAS then?" Julie asked and was a little surprised when he laughed. "They are, me I am a just an ordinary guy, my little brother is the hero type not me." he replied. Julie found herself captivated by Tony's easy going and relaxed attitude and as he explained how he had recently moved back into the area she found herself growing more and more to like him. When Tony asked her if she would like to see his new flat she nodded almost eagerly like a young teenager with a crush. Explaining that she had her bike with her Tony casually agreed to go pillion and Julie grabbed the spare helmet from behind the pub counter. Julie's heart raced as she felt his strong arms around her and could feel his groin pressed into her back. Deciding to give this guy a bit of a thrill and show just what she could do, she twisted the throttle and snaked through traffic. When they arrived at his flat Julie was a little surprised that he alighted from the bike without any form of reaction, but understanding dawned on her as she entered the hallway that was covered with bike photos and him holding various cups and medals. Tony laughed off her expressions of awe and waving a hand at the vast living room he invited her to make herself at home. Dumping her helmet, jacket and boots by the door they moved to the open plan kitchen and Tony casually enquired whether she was hungry, and Julie wasn't sure whether the rumblings in her tummy were hunger or lust, so she just nodded dumbly. After the simple meal of pasta with a freshly prepared sauce, Julie sat on the comfortable couch, relaxing with a large glass of red wine as Tony continued to captivate her with tales of humour and woe, actually making the corporate world Euro sound interesting. The thing that surprised her the most was this man had made no move on her during the last few hours and she wasn't sure whether she was shocked or insulted. Deciding to press the point, she asked Tony pointedly whether he was gay or not and his face creased into a broad smile as he explained that he wasn't but he could read, nodding at her tee shirt. Julie looked down self-consciously and something inside her clicked. Standing up she told Tony it was a silly tee shirt anyway and in one swift movement pulled it over her head revealing her unfettered breasts. Staring deep into his eyes she unclasped her leather trousers and pulling them off along with her knickers stood in front of him naked. Tony sat there for what seemed like an age looking at her body with an appraising eye but with very little emotion crossing his face. Eventually he stood and walked past Julie to the bedroom where he unhooked a robe from behind the door. Tossing it towards Julie he spoke in low and measured tones, "Julie I am not interested in a casual fuck so that you can work out whatever anger issues you have inside you and if you had wanted to get changed you could have used the bathroom." Julie stood dumbstruck, the robe crumpled at her feet, and stared at him as he refilled the glasses and held one out to her with the same smile playing across his lips. As she lowered herself, her nipples grazing my stomach, she yanked my sweatpants off my hips. Prince Mathew took a cautious step forward, and Furia reached to the side, and pulled the cock out of his pants. 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