Colin moved round to the end of the table to lean equally over her torso applying pressure and treatment where it mattered. Frances sighed inwardly at...the sensations, relieving her tension.“If you don’t mind Mrs McDermot, I’ll lower the table a little, to reach over and down your back. It’s better if I do it all the same time?” She agreed, feeling herself going down maybe two or three centimetres, not a lot, but sufficient to let the not tall young man to reach. Colin leaned over her head, his. How can I get out of ?this?. She thought about running, but only for a brief moment. As she smiled to herself and thought, yeah right, he’d catch you and then you would really be in trouble. Your not going any where ?little one? he said to her with a smile, as if he were reading her mind. There are no words, no gestures tonight, no limits, he said coldly. No matter what you say, or how much you beg and plead, it will be ignored. Do you understand ?pet?? She was silent for a moment, thinking. Mary even added a few salacious tidbits of her own.Jen relaxed. She fell into the conversation as if Stan and Mary had been her friends for life. She even told a few stories of her own. She was pleasantly buzzed by the time dinner was served.At the table, she ran her hand up and down Bill’s thigh until he told her to stop or he would cum right there. But, his hand remained firmly pressed against Jen’s pussy. Stan and Mary didn’t make any effort to hide their pleasure at the goings on across the. Tonight, for the first time, I hope to find one, to be the first for almost fifty years to share their fragile presence and test, first hand, the certainty of my beliefs. Twigs crackle. Branches snap. The ground shakes. An indistinct black mass leaps from my left. Another springs from my right. I sidestep, crouch, instinctively parry the first attack then block the second with a well-timed kick. Slicing through the darkness, my headlight briefly illuminates the flashing, fleeing, black and.