"Okay Ron, take the lads to Lakeside and do the best you can, look busy, play for time until I get the right bits and drop these memos off at Pauline'..., I'll get them picked up and faxed tomorrow, but she must check them today, if Turnpenny's don't get these we don't get the bits for those bloody windows, just use up the day and pacify those posh bastards, we must get this cock up sorted see you tomorrow."The van drove to Lakeside, they didn't even have to get out the van, the gardener told. I slid into the car he placed my hand on his throbbing cock telling me to get busy suck my cock, milk my balls slave. I couldn't stop looking at what was in my hand slowly stroking it as he pulled into the park, he asked if I missed it? I could only shake my head yes as he pulled into a sort of hidden place he pushed my head down to meet what I had forgotten saying go on slave have some for lunch. I went to work licking the big head as he continued to talk saying you are my bitch as I told you. “What can we do for you, Norm?” I asked.Eventually, he tore his eyes off Pat's breasts and said, “I need a hand in the kitchen tomorrow morning, can you help at all.”His eyes went straight back to Pat's tits. I told him I would come over and give him a hand. Norm just stood there staring at Pat's chest.I looked at Pat and gave her a wink, “Norm, would you like to touch Pat?”As Pat's head jerked to look at me, Norm slightly stuttering, said, “Could I?”He lifted his hand slowly, and then placed. It never materialized but Marv had an inkling that Steve also knew, only because of certain very obvious gestures and or happenstances like staring at Marv’s groin and getting caught, more than once.Marv was waiting by his bedroom window, carefully watching the tree in his backyard; Steve was seen hiding and watching Marv getting ready to do his nightly ritual. The tree was large and it covered the backyards of both the houses although it grew in Steve’s backyard. This peeping tom phase was.