"The house was large, late Victorian, early Edwardian. Set in a what appeared to be a natural bowl in the land. The immediate area around the house ha... been cleared and lawn established on all four sides for some one hundred yards, so there was no cover to approach the house. As Jock scanned round he could see that what at first sight was a natural bowl was in fact artificial. The natural petered out to the south and had been expanded by a built up bank. The land to the rear of the bank was. .H...hello Brad," she said finally, meekly, as she looked down at the floor. I thought maybe we could just talk about....I mean I don't just want to.....I...I...." "Shut the fuck up, bitch." I ordered. I knew she was playing me somehow. I knew it because it was what she always did. I was not going to let that happen here. She shut up. "Take off your coat, fold it, and put it by the door." "B...b...but, can't I just..." I started to shut the door. "Wait!" she said, and I paused and. I squeezed tightly around my finger, coaxing my climax to peak, each pair of eyes felt like fingers stroking all over my body. I felt the warm tingling begin deep within me and my moans began to grow louder. My grunts and pants mixed in with my moans. I kept on. My fingers were a blur to all the men standing there stroking their cocks just a few feet from me. I loved knowing that I made all those men hot. I know some were just getting hot on the idea that they were going to spill their load. But too often they play victim in order to have their way. Sheesh. I mean, a lot of women will falsely accuse a man of anything from assault to sexual abuse and the courts, judges and prosecutors seem unaware of it. Innocent men get sent to jail all the time. That’s why I take all news with a grain of salt. False accusations can and do get made. I am tall and cute but when a cute girl approaches me (that happens fairly often) I can’t help but wonder about what she is. Is she a good person or.