.”“No buts, now lad let’s get drinking.”Allen reluctantly followed Jack into his shed. Jack had always been a good friend to Allen so he thoug...t he’d just try his wine and then get the hell out of there. Jack, at eighty-four can be extremely persuasive and knowledgeable and yet after ten minutes or so can be completely boring his only topic of conversation being home brewing and carrots.Jack passed the glass of wine to Allen, “This is me Birch Sap wine; it’ll warm the cockles of your heart,. Since then, I only hang around outside pubs and clubs. It’s lovely to feel the spunk rising, then the leak of pre-cum. I ease off a bit, trying to prolong being on the verge as much as possible, and then when the pre-cum is cumming in little squirts, I have to try and stifle my whimpers because the cleavage barmaid is only a few feet away. I’m quivering all over, She’s got me in such a state and I’ve got to be careful my eyes aren’t popping out, ogling Her too obviously and noisily. Then. Now she was on a plane, flying to Him, seeing if she could pass the test and truly become His pet. She had followed His instructions to the letter, not wanting even the smallest thing out of place to dare ruin any piece of their meeting. He had left her detailed instructions on how she was to present herself to Him and she had gone out of her way to make sure she had pleased Him.In His letter He had written.......Littleone, before you read any further, you must unconditionally accept that you. I looked back over my shoulder and squealed, "oh god, Mr. Stetson, you're busting my ass"!Mr. Stetson, my boss, was indeed fucking my ass and had been doing so for the last 10 minutes. To say he was 'busting' it, would be an overstatement, but i was in a rush and Mr. Stetson was easily manipulated by appeals to his vanity. Suggesting he was the master of my ass was the best way I know of to get him to empty his balls already. His glazed over little pig eyes flicked on me for a moment and he.