He was so still that I thought at first he was unconscious or even dead but an eye opened as he heard the door and he fixed me with a stare in which a...l his seething energy was somehow focused. ‘Where have you been?’ he gasped. ‘I must talk to you.’ ‘Uncle, I came as soon as I heard. Don’t try to talk, you must let them treat you.’ ‘Rubbish! These quacks can’t do anything for me. I’ll be dead by morning, I know it. And all my life’s work will be for nothing, unless you do as I tell you, you. About halfway through the night, a guy started hitting on me but in what looked like an odd way. I knew he was drunk and just wanted to fuck me. That’s when Rachel came over and asked the guy why was he talking to her girlfriend, meaning me. I remember thinking, 'What the fuck!'He said, “Your girlfriend? No way! If she is, prove it and kiss her.” And she did.While kissing, I grabbed her ass and wished she really was my girlfriend. She grabbed my ass back and started rubbing my tummy. Then we. She looked at me with more than a hint of distain and invited me in.My expectations and welcome into the world of BDSM began in quite an unexpected manner when I was told to sit myself down at a c***d-size desk and was given a questionnaire and told I had to complete it before anything else would happen. The multipage form required me to fill out details that began with me providing name and contact number and then went into a list of tick-boxes of my 'preferences'; experience; 'Dom or Sub';. She took it carefully and held it pointed at the tree. I relieved my bladder, and she just stood there."Well, shake it to get any last drops off. Unless you'd rather get on your knees and lick it clean."She shook it and started to put me away.I turned to her and said, "I like your hands on my cock. Why don't you just keep stoking it and then I can fuck you hard with it. We need more kids around this farm, and you'd be a good woman to carry one for me."She started to stroke me and then I grabbed.