It appears to be a nice thick one. I found it last night when I went to look for something to wear to bed myself," he told me, appearing to be just a ...it embarrassed."You may change first if you would like," he quickly added."Not to be indelicate, but where is the facility located?" I asked to my embarrassment."This way," he said and turned toward the small door on the side of the cabin after picking up the kerosene lamp. "There is a candle in there for light," he told me. The facility was not. The shop teacher, Mr. Wetland, liked to rotate us on projects and partners, so we were always working with different machines and different people, but always the same too. Like I always did the project with Mark on Thursdays, and I always did Mondays with The Boz, fixing his girlfriend's car or maybe his truck, usually.We were turning that old '56 pickup truck into a low rider, like I probably mentioned before. Really chopped too, which was gonna be super cool since we'd never really done that. She was always loyal and used to obey all commands, she never answered back, probably from the fear instilled in her since childhood.My parents used to work most of the day and my little brother was busy playing with friends, so we were alone in the house most of the times. i didnt make any moves on her as i was content masturbating to the amazing collection of porn i had, not to mention the hot ftv shows of midnight hot and lingerie, and was busy studying the rest of the time. Few months. Her tan was evidently the all-over variety and she wore black shiny heeled boots which stopped just below her knee.Once the introductions were over Mistress handed me the wine bottle and told me to make sure nobody needed a top up. I was motioned to stand near the table which I did. I must have looked a sight, stood there with collar and cuffs, my apron resembling a marquee with my bound aching cock standing proud underneath.The door bell rang again. I wondered if Mistress had planned another.