But Aunty Val thought different; and so did Kelly as she wasgesticulating at me."Stephen, you said you were afraid, why?" Well Aunty Val, I'm afraid y...u will hate me when I tell you"(the emotion was choking me)"Sweetheart, nothing can be that bad, you know I'm here for you?" B, b, b, but when I tell you you'll hate me"(Tears were flowing now)"Stephen, for gods sake tell me; you've got me worried now"There was no easy way to do this; I was standing at the edge of aprecipice. So I took a deep. I got to know them very well, and sometimes varied the ground rules. One in particular was a pretty high-up company executive. He was one of those who wore expensive, custom-made suits. Him, I dressed in ill-fitting, tattered and torn, dirty old sweats.But one if my favorites was a sweet old men. He wanted only to be edged. Most men, I'd have to bind hand and foot, spreadeagle to the bed. I did the same for him, but with long chains so he'd have lots of freedom to move. I don't think he ever. Somehow we had made it into bed but I knew neither of us had moved from our prone positions in the night.I threw the sheet back. I was nude, and you lay face down in your underwear, snoring softly. As I surveyed the soft ridges of your sleeping form I ran my hand down to my cock, already hard with its morning piss-on. With my other hand I gently stroked your panty covered ass, and I began to slowly jack off. I kissed your shoulder, and put a little more pressure into the hand touching you but. It had started raining, and I didn't think anyone was about to come in anyway, with the gales sweeping soaked trash across the parking lot. I was reading an old magazine when the bells tinkled at the door, and I looked up, expecting to see Chet. I was surprised to see that it wasn't our cook at all, but a tall man, about six foot four inches, and thick across the chest. He wore a dark black raincoat, and his hat shielded his eyes from the rain. He took off his hat and put it on the bench by the.