You tell them that what I say goes and that you have no say in what she does, or is done to her. They start to laugh at you as more guys gather round ...aking a nice little crowd. Word as spread that there is a sub on site and this could be a good night for them.I tell you to get out and take off your trousers so that all these strangers can see what a good sub you are in your panties. You strip down to the panties and they point at your hard cock in them and comment that you certainly seem to be. Very nice and we had a lovely chat with one of them but no action here for us. The guy we chatted to said it was mostly gays who came here!So we wandered off back to the car. Back at the car Sally reminded me we had not at least had our outside shag and fancied me fucking her over the car bonnet. If any one came (like the police) we would see the headlights and soon stop before they arrive. If the gay guys came back to their cars from the woods they would not be bothered. So top down, panties. He hadn’t quite reached the lamp outside her house when he staggered slightly, then fell to the ground. With a cry of alarm, Lucy rushed into the hallway, calling for the butler to assist her. She went down the steps into the deserted street in a matter of seconds and kneeled down by the lamplighter, gently lifting his head off the hard pavement. She could see now that it was indeed Henry. He was groaning slightly. ‘Oh, Henry!’ Lucy said involuntarily. One half of her realised she was behaving. As he trod gingerly along the path, instinctively avoiding the small waves which lapped incessantly against the shore, the falling man heard the sound of a child weeping. He picked up the pace a bit, until he discovered a small door set into the rock, behind which was the apparent source of melancholia. There were no windows, keyholes, or even a knob on this door, but from a tiny crack at its base ran a miniscule trickle of tears which had created a small groove in the path before running into.