You just smile and look mysterious... we pull up to a small parking area. " Here's where the ride stops and we have to walk dear" and so picnic basket...in your one hand, I slip my hand in your other and we walk across the green expanse towards a small copse of trees in the distance. The light breeze carries sounds of some players making their way across the green; we ignore them lost in the afternoon and our time together.Reaching the trees finally you pull me into them and we have to walk thru. She mustn't touch or look at him unless he required it. As she grew closer to his chair she could begin to smell the aromas of food.He was feasting on leftovers from one of her excellently prepared meals. She probably cooked more a day then many restaurant chefs. It was ironic she was starving, especially with all the food that was wasted in his house. The mice ate better then she did. She was required to cook him three fulls meals a day, breakfast lunch and dinner. Three full meals at each. Outrageous.” He wanted more of the young man. He pulled him up and Joey returned to licking his chest and kissing and biting his neck. Mr. Strait grabbed joey’s head and ran his hands over his head and through his hair and over his back. He kissed the top of Joey’s head and his forehead and his eyes. Breathing hard he wrapped his legs around Joey and rubbed their bodies together, squirming with burning passion. He loved this boy more than anything at this moment. He put one hand behind his. On the way to the club, I was told what I had to do thatevening. It was a gay club and I was to seduce a pretty younggirl who would be there with a group of friends. On no accountsmust I tell her that I was a man, I was to pretend that I was alesbian.When we entered the bar, the girl was pointed out to me. I wastaken aback by her looks. She was beautiful, with short redhair, blue eyes and a boyish figure. She wore very feminineclothes, in contrast her friends who were mainly dressed in'butch.