No-one knew exactly where he was going and what he was doing there although there were many rumours, some very fanciful, usually involving certain est...blishments inhabited by a certain type of young lady that catered for sad and lonely men. It was noticed by those that noticed these things that the day after these trips a truck would drive up to his house and several crates would be unloaded and carried into a large barn behind the main house. This went on for years and was still happening when. .. frustrated I suppose is the word I'm looking for. Can you imagine that, Greg? Can you imagine how frustrated poor Colin must be?" Yeah Amanda, bet he's fucking gagging for it the whole time!" grinned Greg."Are you frustrated then, Col?" asked Amanda.Colin nodded but couldn't answer."Aw, poor old Chubsy," giggled Amanda, "and here's me, who you really fancy but who you can't have, coming to work every day in short skirts and revealing little tops, looking all sexy and gorgeous ... almost like. I was 10 when Sung-ho left.I remember well his last words to me as fled as quick as he could out thedoor:"You're fucked, bro."And the moment the door closed behind him, I saw my hard-working parentsturn their go-getting eyes toward me. I was now the focus of theirattention. I don't have to describe the strenuous and unrelenting academichell they put me through the next few years.By the time I was 14 and ready to start the next school year, I asked momand dad whether I could talk to them after. ‘Was I too rough,’ Vic asked, concern in his voice, as Bree lay against him, her fingers drawing little circles on his chest again. She pushed off so she could look him in the eye, ‘Baby, I loved it, I loved the way you took control and fed me your cock, don’t ever apologize for that.’ He kissed her again, glancing at his watch, ‘Well princess, unless you plan on giving the doorman a show, you might want to consider pulling your dress back on again.’ ‘Do you want me to give him a show?’ Bree.