Before very long we were outside the house. I straightened my clothes and got out quickly hoping it was all over. You paid the driver and said to hi...,’ ‘Ready for your tip, buddy?’ I heard him laugh and you took me by the back of the neck and bent me forward over the bonnet of the taxi kicking my ankles apart so that my legs were widely spread. I knew that in this position my bare cunt and arse were in full view. I couldn’t believe it when I heard you say, ‘There’s your tip. If you want. “I don’t think it’s very complicated – I want to be with people I like, people I love and doing things with them.” Col paused and looked away. “People like you,” he added softly.What?I wanted to be Col’s friend for life, but there was something deeper here. Something a bit scary.“Col, what do you mean?”He turned back towards me, a softness to his lips and a yearning in his eyes I had perhaps seen hints of before. Then his face hardened again.“I don’t know what I meant.” He looked away, trying. “I’m sure the wine was great too,” I ambushed.“Uh well…” he stuttered and stumbled to find the right words.“You know, the legal drinking age is twenty-one around here,” I said coyly as I moved closer to my helpless prey, dragging my hand seductively across the countertop.“Um… yes… I know,” cried the poor boy.“Wouldn’t want your mother to find out, would we?” I clasped my hands together with my elbows on the counter and sticking my butt out a bit.“No,” he quietly let out a faint sound.“That’s. After the initial intense pain I had felt, this had an embarrassingly soothing feel to it, so when he suggested to me it would help in easing the pain, I agreed with his assessment, relaxing and let him continue with his probing, not realizing he was stretching my sphincter muscle and inserting another finger, continuing as before, pulling and twisting, stretching probing deeper, sometimes making me jump as he touched some sensitive spot, massaging in circles when he felt my response, 'Is this.