But I had expected that I was going to be forced to do something with that old man who owned the place. Not the entire crowd!!Nathan bent down and spo...e into my ear. "I want you to get up and go around to each table and ask each man here if they would like to help you pay for lunch. Now go on, and I know most of these men. They are friends of mine. So you had best not embarrass me bitch."I had tears running down my cheeks again as I took a couple of shaky steps to the nearest table and asked. A medal of fuckin freedom—from the King of Zambunda. And a partridge in a fuckin pear tree. “Wait—what “??? Mom was refilling our tea. “Medal ?? King ??Dustin was talking loud enough now that a few others in the diner turned their heads. “What's he talking about honey”?“Ya Matt— medal”? Asked Caleb, now suddenly interested. “Ahhh jeez Matthew--”I'm sorry—it just slipped—I swear”.I took a sip of my tea, mom is still standing there. The diner has gotten quite now, and just like the old days, all. ?Don't rape me please,? the boy said. ?I'll do what you want.? "Shut the fuck up bitch,? Trent said. ?Put your hands behind you. Spreadyour legs." Cody obeyed. The sight of the frightened boy standing naked in the firelight,his legs apart, his tight, round ass begging to be taken, filled Trent withraging need. His hard cock throbbed and ached. He ran his hands gently over the trembling boy, passing his rough fingersover Cody's pink nipples. While he kissed the side of his neck, Trent. Whether I had dreamt that night was not known, I had slept so soundly and didn't remember a thing. The next day I woke up feeling unusually sore but there were no marks on me. I again received a package. This time, there were two tapes in the package, each 2 hours in length. One of the tapes was marked tape one, the other was marked tape two. The note with the tapes read, "We really enjoyed your company last night and hope to do it again, enjoy watching what you did last night. WICKED GRIN" I.