There was a disused school house, formerly the church school, in the grounds of the Rectory and I elected to stay there, with my men. However I did ac...ept dinner invitations to the Rector’s table from time to time, to express my gratitude for the offer.The Rectory household consisted of the rotund, red faced, Rector and his slim, shy, timid looking wife, who was at least twenty years younger than the cleric. Added to these was a curate, a spindly looking youth, who laboured under the twin evils. Lynette asked us what our favourite sexual experience had been to date, then quickly modified her question to; ‘or our favourite fantasy’. She obviously did this because of Rachael’s limited experience.I seem to remember that Lynette’s was about doing it in a lift in a very tall building.I said my biggest fantasy was to have it in an Airplane and get in the mile high club.Rachael was very hard to get to open up about anything. She just couldn’t think of anything to tell. After a lot of prodding. Knelt on the cushion, legs spread, hands on knees, head bowed. I heard him talking to someone as they walked into the playroom together. “Isn’t she beautiful Master P” “She certainly is David” oh god, his voice was so smooth and deep, she felt herself growing not just wet, but soaking as she knelt and couldn’t suppress a shiver that ran through her body. Paul laughed, he nearly always had that effect on women.“Nice room you have here David” she heard both men remove their clothes, but didn’t. " NO!" Shawna screamed at her, and Marcus had to react quickly to step between them as Shawna gouged at her face with her nails, catching him across the face. "Oh, God... Marcus!" She paled, drew back against the wall, and Hope stepped around Marcus to face her."This is what you're bottling up, Shawna." She whispered. "This is why you need to talk to someone." Marcus?" Hope trudged up the steps, flushed and warm in her winter coat with the surprisingly warm sun beating down on her."Is something.