Just before she sat down, I cleared my throat to get her attention. When she looked my way, I asked her, "Miss, would you care to share my table with ...e."There was something about me which apparently intrigued her, although at the time, I had no idea what. I usually come across as nerdy, but I later learned that I reminded her of someone she knew long ago. But at that moment, she looked at me, smiled, and replied, "I would be delighted."As she took the few steps to a chair at my table, I stood. Sometimes, she would have dropped her dirty ones on the floor and sometimes not. This day I had to make do with her pretty clean ones and I was a bit disappointed — but still excited as I took my pants off and softly rubbed the crutch of a pair of beautiful peach coloured scanties up and down my aching young cock — god, it was lovely — just like what I imagined fucking would be like. I was being very careful because I didn’t want to leave any trace of my doings. My cock was so big and stiff. Sean’s cabin had been built by his father as a private get-away for his grandparents, but his grandfather had died before they ever got a chance to use it. The two thousand square foot “cabin” was designed and built with the comfort of Sean’s paternal grandmother in mind, knowing that she would not accept anything too rustic, regardless of how remote it might be. Sean believed that this was probably the only residence of any kind within a hundred miles that had a room designated for a maid,. I was lifted off the floor and carried to the centre of the room, where a wooden table was bolted to the floor. I was spread out on the table and had a finger forced into my mouth. It was then that the nutter grabbed hold of my ball-sac and squeezed it real hard.'Don't you go biting, boy,' Worthington warned. 'I'll rip off your bollocks and stuff 'em down your throat, if you do.''He won't bite, Lance,' said Paul. 'He likes being bossed around; he's famous for it.''Good. That's good,' said.