“You silly boy! It’s ok, I think my mom and dad like you. I know they do. They won’t mind.”He tries to look serious, “When I make a promise,...I keep it.”“Sure you do. That will change.” She says, not sure why.At her front door, the light is on. She knows her mom and dad are likely just on the other side, so she quickly kisses him and whispers, “We’ll save the ice cream for another time. We have all the time in the World.”He replies, “When can I call you?”“Tomorrow, after church.”“What church?. Nodding "yes", I closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was next. When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn't help but remember the time she had tied me standing spread eagle and attached a clamp with a weighted spring to my clit then whipped me. She was very gentle when she closed the clamp on my clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung off the edge of the stool. But I knew that when I started to struggle again the bouncing weight would take its toll on. I followed his expression as it changed. It’s funny how something as subtle as the look on a person’s face can be so effortlessly interpreted and yet so difficult to put into words. Stefan appeared to be experiencing any number of thoughts and feelings. Bafflement, dread, astonishment and denial were almost certainly among them. I suspected this because I had been in his position once. And, like myself, I also suspected that deep down he was wondering what it would be like, this hideous and. He had to do what he was told. Harry washis boss. It was his job. It was his job! He had a responsibility as aworking man. He had his pride about working hard and following orderswithout complaint. It was only right. He had to do as he was told. He was Burt. He was the stable hand. Harry was his boss. "BURT!" He grabbed his shirt and hurried out and down the steps, round to thefront of the stable. "Yes sir! Sorry sir! It won't happen again sir!" "There you are, you great thick idiot! Get over.