"It's all a mistake. You'vegot to help me get out."She put her hand on Bill's shoulder. "Let's not start that again,Ebony," she replied. "You know why...you're here. Take these and go onout there."Bill looked at her helplessly. "I know. I know. I've been a terribleperson. I can change. Honest, I can. If you just help me..."She stopped him, looking confused. "What the hell are you talkingabout?" she asked."I..I used to be..." he stopped.She sighed. "I know who you used to be," she said. Bill's. ” I told her. That familiar tingling started running my pleasure pole.She moved her hand a little faster, “How about now? Good or bad?”“Good.” I said and the tingle became stronger.I felt her tongue rolling around the head of my cock and after a few seconds she stopped long enough to asked, “Good or bad?”“Very good!” I told her energetically.She did it a couple more times and as her hand continued moving up and down asked, “Can you show me what a man normally does for a few seconds? I just. And please be seated!” John was a robust twenty years old and although he was dressed simply, his clothes were well cared for and clean. His long, brown hair was well combed and his sharp gray eyes missed nothing. He sipped appreciatively from the wine glass and began the negotiations in a mild, Scot brogue. “I hear tell, your grace, that there be a young lass that ye be interested in proffering to wife. Mayhap I may be of service to ye, provided the dowry be adequate and the young lassie. I look at Mom,"Who,s Matt,what,s the money for"."It,s his wages,he,s the gardener",Mom says."Did,nt know we had a gardener,I thought you & Dad did it,suppose he,s an old bloke".Barbara,my older sister,sat next to me,gave me a nudge,"No Roy,he,s about 20-21 years of age,You,ll like him,my little Gay Brother,he is Hot,but no good to you,he,s Straight,just had 2 weeks holiday in Barbados with his girlfried,well his fiance,he,s Hot".Well parents went off to Bewdley for the weekend,Barbara went off.