... After careful consideration and the fact that my cock is about to burst through my loose shorts I run through the door and ask if everyone is alri...ht? The woman on the ball looks at me with cold eyes and starts to yell at me for barging into her house. I try to reason with her and tell her I was just trying to help! During my conversation I feel the other woman begin to rub my cock through my shorts and say "I would love to have you join us!". The older woman looks down at my cock and gets. I could spend forever with my head buried between your lucious thighs. But,’ he said bringing his face up to mine, ‘ right now I want to make love to you. I want to know what it feels like to bury my cock deep inside you.’ With that, he picked me up from the couch and carried me in his arms to my bedroom. Pulling the covers back he placed me gently on the bed. For a moment he stood there not moving just looking at me. I blushed and shyly asked what was wrong. ‘Nothing is wrong sweetie. It’s. "Art, what the fuck are you doing?" Linton pushed the smaller boy back afew paces, looking him up and down, trying to take this all in. Art'sarms instinctively wrapped around himself, trying and failing desperatelyto shield himself from Linton's gaze. "It was you! This whole fuckingtime the girl everyone has been talking about has been you." How did you know it was me?" Art could feel a lump forming in histhroat. His words were harder to get out now."How did I know it was you? We were friends. Anyway, when we are here, even on our own, why don’t you call me Gertie like you do when you’re my guest, be it in London or Derbyshire?”“Because here you are in my environment and my rules apply, I can’t allow myself to call you anything other than Ma’am or Your Lady, ma’am.”“Tosh! You’re miffed because I’ve taken one of your hospital beds -”“I don’t mind the bed, but I draw the line at bringing your chef to my kitchen, I had a full-grown revolt on my hands just now.”“Sorry, Pierre is so.