”Paul looked round, satisfied that they were not in the view of anyone else, then followed Anthony into the disabled toilet. Anthony shut and locked...the door. He quickly unzipped his trousers, releasing his cock.Paul felt the excitement of the situation taking over. He unzipped and took out his own cock.“Crikey!” Anthony said, looking at Paul’s cock. “That is fucking huge.”“Is that bad?” Paul said.“You’re joking aren’t you,” Anthony laughed, “when your mother sees that she won’t be able to get. "I really like you, but..."It was that word "but" that had hit me right in the pit of my stomach, and I knew, even before she had said so, that we would not be seeing each other again. I naturally felt frustrated and more than a little disappointed. I was going to miss Courtney! Funny, but the fact that she'd basically dumped me because I had a small cock (based on her experiences with various black men), I didn't feel angry at her. I tried to feel anger at her, but I couldn't. Partly, this was. They could have the cabin at once and stay there until Memorial Day. That gave them six months."Get lots of chocolate and milk," Josh instructed. "I'm going to have to get my honey back to her original weight. Milk shakes will do that."They left at first light. 5AM. The trip took nine hours to make it to the cabin. They passed the gravel road several times before learning that the house was on that one. Ten minutes out, Josh got out to get things that were easily perishable like ice cream for. "As I hesitated, she held my cuffed wrists down on the bed with one handand gave me a full-throated kiss. I could taste her lipstick and thatfamiliar feeling of helplessness again took hold."Okay I'll do it Jess...er I mean Mistress Jessica," I finally blurtedout."Splendid." She smiled, her excitement infecting me as well."Come, let's start with a bath," she said, dragging me by the cuffs tothe bathroom.Here, she cuffed me to the shower and spread a hair-removing lotion allover me. I wasn't.