I agreed to this, after all. I tremble as if he’ll hit me when he strokes down my arm, from my shoulder to my wrist, with the back of his hand. He l...oks up at me (he had been staring at my shaking hands) and smiles softly. ‘I suppose you wish for me to tell you some tired cliché about how I won’t bite.’ he says. This time the full force of his British accent hits me, and I smile more naturally. ‘Well,’ I laugh, ‘it’s not as if you will, is it?’ He stares at me for a long moment, those dark blue. The cellar was spacious and he had all kinds of sex-equipment standing around for usage of slaves.I was put on a low chair, my hands got tied behind the chair, my legs spread-eagled and cuffed left and right, exposing by testicles and hard dick for his enjoyment. Once fixed in this helpless position he clamped some heavy weights on my tits and walked away.He came back after a while with a can of beer in his hand and a burning cigar. By that time he was naked. He stood in front of me and ordered. Do you know he made it mandatory that every home have their electrical rewired and the house plumbed with gas and a gas stove? We used to have a lot of outhouses, and there are only a couple left now that are still there because they are so unique. Chuck bought every house a new TV last Christmas, with wiring to a central fiber optic cable feed from the mainland. What else do we need out here, Dewey? I think we have it all."Dewey was smiling as he said, "Chuck does some good things wherever he. Staring her straight in the eyes, our lips met and melted apart, followed by her tongue pushing into my mouth. She tasted divine. Gone then were the gentle erotic movements, and her hands were fast and furious, spilling out of what little towel was still clinging on to me and raking up my chest and round my back, her head leaving mine as she planted hot, wet kisses down my front until she reached my cock pointing up at her. Without missing a beat, she sank her mouth down over me in one.