He knew I didn’t like gaudy celebrations (no banners or balloons), that cards were a waste of paper (no card), that I did love home cooking (oyster ...ushroom terrine), but didn’t love chocolate desserts (strawberry and prosecco sorbet). He hadn’t specifically said that this was my gift, but he had that look as though he were keeping something from me. He was not doing well at concealing it and at times he looked physically awkward, if not uncomfortable. At those times, I had to refrain from. He felt his shirt being removed and his hands being tied behind his back. With this he felt his trousers and boxer shorts being pulled down and his legs being lifted so he had them removed. He was completely naked. He was pushed back onto a bed and was tied a wrist too each corner of the headboard and his feet wide apart so he was spreadeagled . He felt something being applied to his cock, it appeared to be some sort of suction device and he soon felt his cock growing. He felt a lubricated. Only then did she give vent to her feelings."A familiar tale, is it not?" he said dourly."On Earth, sure, I used to wade through this crap all the time. 'They're wrong, we aren't, they're bastards, we're the good guys, we gotta fight, fight, fight for what's right, right, right, ' and on and on. I listened a lot, I said 'I see your point, ' all that shit, it's what mediation is. But here? I mean, they can think together but they just won't?" You seemed to accept that rather rapidly," he pointed. There are lots of drunk students. They're in a party mood and it is easy to strike up conversations. There was an impetuous young man once that swept me off my feet." It sounds like a good place to start. When does this party begin?"Tom said verbally, "March 7 to the 27 this year. We even have a few days to get there ahead of the rush. Many visitors will fly but most will drive. The roads will be crowded and our 'motorhome' will have to go slow because of the congested traffic. Either we fly.