We wanted to get an early start in the morning so that we would have most of the day on our own at the cabin.I groaned when I realized that I would ha...e to unpack the truck once we reached the cabin and not for the first time wondered why my girlfriend couldn't have kept things simple.There was fresh snow overnight and that mean that the drive to the cabin was quite treacherous, but we made it without any mishaps. Once there, Brenda helped me unload and we managed to empty the truck in less. As she briefly glanced in the mirror, I took her shoulders and began to massage them gently, while she let out a lovely soft moan. I was pressing hard against her rear end, shapeless though it was, and starting to rise to it. Now I nuzzled her neck. "Tell me to fuck the arse off you." Fuck the arse off me." she shot back in a queenly and commanding voice. Ye Gods, I was hooked, my juices going crazy inside.The dress was easy enough to unhook at the back, and suddenly she was standing in her. Ken had taken me out to our favourite restaurant which is a part of a small country hotel about 25 miles from where we live. He drove us there in his Jaguar and of course it was expected that I would be driving back, he having had too much to drink as usual. When we arrived I was not very pleased to find that our small intimate restaurant had been taken over for the evening by a large party of rugby supporters who were on their way to (or from) a big match somewhere. I think there must have. She starts packing, opens her panty drawer and hands me her Birlock, "put this on honey".I grab some lotion and soon have the Birdlock on, "sit on the bed" she says.She walks over and puts the lock through the pin and snaps it closed."Good, that's better?" she said. The next morning I drop her off at the airport, "you be a good boy while mommy’s gone".So I'm home alone for 15-16 days, balls drained, all is good.I stayed busy, had a few beers and worked on her list of chores.I wasn't used to.