It wasn't much of a slap because we were both pressed flat under the bed. He put his hand over my mouth and motioned above. He was trying to tell me t...at she would find us. As if I didn't know! Was he another of the old Duchess's play things? He was certainly fit and muscular. His cock was magnificent, that I could tell just from how it felt against my bum. I was trapped. I thought perhaps I could just wait this out a bit and the worst that would happen is that his wonderful big cock would. You fall back on the bed. “Get undressed and join me” you tell me. I don’t need asking twice and I am soon naked on the bed. My cock is rock hard again. You tell me to lie still. I see your shoes coming towards me. You grab my cock between your shoes and masturbate my cock. It doesn’t take you long before you soon get bored of that. “What a waste of a nice hard cock” you tell me. With that you get up and straddle my cock. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you” you tell me. You lower. What could I say to her to communicate how beautiful and sexy I thought she was? She deserved poetry, which I hated with the same passion that all teenaged boys hated it. But I knew that women who looked like this deserved poetry."You look like a poem," I blurted."You look like a naughty boy," she said right back, looking back at my hand, which was now just holding my rock hard prick. I had been moving it up and down, but when she came into the room I froze. Now, for some unaccountable reason,. Chapter 2. Mrs. McIntosh After a considerable wait I heard through the thick doors the rattling of chains being removed and locks being turned. Finally the door creaked open to reveal a woman of considerable stature in, I guessed, her mid sixties. ‘Mr. Dennis?’ she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice. ‘Er…yes. Mrs. McIntosh?’ ‘Yers. Gotcha room ready. Come in.’ I walked into a huge hallway with a ceiling that seemed somewhere up in the clouds and was guided up the stairs by a silent.