Andr?, the chef was in the midst of preparing a seven-course dinner to be served in exactly one hour. But, the horsd'oeuvres were ready to go and I co...ld see that Andr? wasfurious that "the maid" wasn't already serving them to theguests. I wanted to explain that this wasn't my fault and infact I was a Man not a Maid but, realizing the futility of itall, I merely straightened out the seams in my stockings andwent to serve the guests. I must say I was taken aback by the scene of debauchery. Everybody followed him, and the rope, to the corral gate. Without telling him to, he opened the gate and then waited on the other side. Once I led Jughead through the gate, I dropped his lead, and he headed to the barn. Closing the gate behind us, we continued to the barn.Margarite, Guunar, and Jughead were impatiently waiting at the door. I pulled it open, and like the good little children that they were, they filed into the barn and their stalls.As I was stripping off my coat, I looked around. I had a reoccurring fantasy about watching my wife getting fucked by another man whilst I watched. Nigel who was 18 and best man at our wedding seemed like a likely candidate.I suggested to my wife Sharon that she might like to have Nigel fuck her, at first she thought it was a little strange, but we were young and looking for kicks, and finally she agreed to give it a go, she said it would be interesting to know what it was like to have another mans prick between her legs. One night Nigel. God, I don't know anything, anymore!"For a long moment, Mark stood there, staring almost unseeingly at the small, slender physician who had been one of his closest friends in Crescent Valley. He even read the distraught confusion in the noble little man's face. Peripherally, he saw Steve empty his glass and walk to refill it; he suddenly said: "Pour me one, too, buddy... I think I need it." Then, half forcing his smile toward Doc Emory: "I-I guess your word's still good enough for me, Doc. What.