. um just get to it?” he asked.I felt so embarrassed. I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Let’s just do it,” I shamefully whispered.He led the ...ay to the bedroom. I gasped. Across the head of the bed he’d arranged a timber device consisting of an A frame on either side, with a sturdy cross piece supporting ropes and shackles running across and above the bed. Arranged on the carpet to one side of the bed was a formidable array of whips, lashes, dildos, vibrators, some sort of electrical device and. Lee at 6’2” towered over his mother’s five feet four inches. Every muscle in his body was chiseled. His biceps: pecs, six-pack abs, well-defined thighs, and calves all made him look like Michelangelo’s statue of David. “Look at us Lee,” she said. They turned to face the mirror. She was so pleased that she had resisted Arthur’s insistence that they circumcise the boy when he was born. He does look just like the statue of David. Giggling silently, she watched his cock begin to fill again. It. Where was she? He tried blinkingseveral times and finally his eyes started to clear. He realized he waslying on the beach, his legs were still in the water, he was aware ofthe cold gently moving against his knees. It was still raining too,though not very hard.His head ached but he couldn't see Jenna so he tried to lift it to lookaround. He fought through the pain and turned to look the other way.Something covered his face when he turned, wet and thick. Jenna's hair?Was she that close? He groped. Lord Granger, its owner, would have used the place as a weekend retreat, however, rather than going the route of so many impoverished peers, he saw business sense in the manor's commercial usage, so nowadays it served as a rest home for the elderly that could afford it and a horticultural college.Combining the two was a stroke of genius. It offered the patients wonderfully romantic views from the windows of their large airy rooms, whilst the horticulturalists, got to see their efforts.