And he wasn't going to back down. Maybe it was the beer, but I went ahead with it any ways. Fortunately no one could see what I was up to, neither did...they seem interested. I was on my knees between his legs. He patted me on my hair, like he would do to a dog. And pressed my head against his crotch.I took in his wonderful smell. I was lost in it between his legs. He then did something totally unexpected. He placed is legs on my shoulder and locked my head between his thighs. He looked scrawny. ’‘Really. Well that’s a good start for your punishment. And when I bugger you afterwards I will do so without a condom and I will shoot my spunk into your arse. You unerstand?’I replied obediantly ‘Yes’.‘Sit down, pull down your briefs and part your legs. I wanna see your arsehole.’I obliged John’s command. He told me to pull my legs wider and raise my arse cheeks off the ground, which I did. I could see him sit forward in his chair. He slowly removed his shorts, keeping his socks on. I. We’re something of both as we come often when at our place on the island, but we only get there six or seven times a year, so while we see a few people we know, we usually just have a nice private dinner for two. The restaurant is small and tables are very tightly arranged, so it’s easy to make a new friend or two with the tables nearby. On this evening, the table adjacent to ours was occupied by a couple we both had seen on the island before somewhere, but had never actually met. They were. Seven’s thoughts were nowhere to be found, for minutes he sat in his car staring at the steering wheel not knowing what he had to think. Eventually he came down to earth again and felt that he could use a shower. In the shower Seven decided that would talk to Stacey and let her tell her story. But somewhere he was still angry with her. Angry because she stopped the little contact they had, angry because she just decided to ignore him angry because she left him godddamnit. “She left me, just.