It turned out to be forty five minutes of driving, and on to smaller and smaller roads until I was just following a track in the middle of the woods. ...inally I reached my destination--a cabin in the middle of nowhere. It was after dark and there was no one there. Nothing.The directions simply said that I would find further instructions when I got there. I got out, knocked on the door, tried it (it was locked), looked around for messages, and thought about yelling, but frankly out in the woods. Do you enjoy dancing?’ ‘Yes, I’m very good at dancing, Mrs Boroclough.’ ‘Good.’ The woman said no more, she took the drink in her hand and strutted away into the sitting-room, while Poppy’s fingers twisted together as the flutter in his stomach finally began to dissipate. He hadn’t escaped getting smacked completely, but at least she wouldn’t swat his legs with her zingy wooden spoon. He was a little apprehensive about her hot-drink, but he’d given it a really good stir and she had no reason to. The pain in my nipples was starting to go down a bit and it seemed that wasnt allowed. The man pulled out what I recognized as a huge dildo, larger than the one I took last night. I tried to remain calm but when I felt it pressing against my anus. I began to buck and fight, I knew it had been used when I was drunk the night before but I couldnt remember. There was no alcohol or lube this time. The woman leaned down and whispered. "Be good or we will tie your legs." I screamed desperately. She bent down on her knees and I slid my penis back in and this time was a little more rougher, pushing it deeper and deeper each time. She was really loud moaner during it yelling me not to stop. I kept going harder and harder until she moved back onto her back. I put my cock back inside with her ankles at my neck and began again thrusting into her pretty hard. She kept telling me harder before telling me she was about to cum. She let out a big scream and i slowed down a little and watched her.