But I just spent thelast 24 hours using and abusing him, having the best sex of my life, andhe gave me $5 million, so maybe I do owe him a small favor...No! I don't owe him anything but good sex, and I did him the biggestfavor in his life by making sure those guys didn't ruin him.OK if it is not out of, obligation or gratitude, is there any reason todo it?So no I don't need to do it for him, but what about me?Maybe I should do it because it would be fun and I've been a little boredwith the same. .." Tough enough for me", I interrupted. "Must be nice not to have to break your pretty hands on the job and to come make light of us hard-working men while we have a pint, eh?" I couldn't hide my hostility."Peace", he said. He showed me his hands, and they were the hands of a real working class man. Scarred, rough, but nimble and clever, made to twist knobs, match gears, or hold spanners. That's when I wondered how his cold, uneven fingers would feel on my skin."I'm Charles Owen, and I'm a. I fell asleep wondering what was next.I slept later than normal for which I was grateful as there was a realpain as my erection was striving to establish itself and I was beingsquashed inside the cage. I stripped off everything that I was wearing,except the cage, removed the now messy makeup that I had slept in andjumped into the shower. It was cold to start with and I normally waitfor it to heat up but this time the cold stopped the erection.After showering I went to get dressed. I gave it. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and asks how many steaks or ribs would I like to eat, or would I prefer them to make me a regular breakfast? I followed John’s lead and took the ribs asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.“Any left, there’s maybe 6 or 7 large bowls of potato salad available,” Bobby tells me. He begins to heat up the ribs and heads to the big kitchen to get another bowl of potato salad.John isn’t saying a word; he just keeps shoveling.