"Are we finished for the day already?" I asked in surprise."Yes, we've done enough here," Steve answered.Soon we were all packed and both climbed into...the truck. Steve pulled onto the road, and instead of turning right towards where I lived, he turned left instead. "Wrong way!" I exclaimed."No," Steve answered, "we're going to my place first." In my innocence I simply assumed that he wanted to pick up something and that he'd then take me home as usual."Here we are," Steve said as we drove into. “Hi mom!” Sindi said stuffing her breast back in her top. “Hi,” James said smiling. “Hi all,” Marlee said looking at me. “Hi momma,” I said and surrounded her with my arms. We kissed with much passion. Marlee was rubbing my stiff cock. “Bye mom,” Sindi said as she walked out the door. I modified our agreement. I told Fred to drive in a separate car. Marlee got in my car. We drove to our club and walked in. Fred followed us inside like a puppy dog. I sat down at a table in the middle. Fred. I steel myself for the humiliating ritual that's been perfected throughrote repetition- though the number of times it's performed, like everyother degradation I suffer through on a daily basis, does little tolessen the sheer gut punch of the act of pure submission.I open the front door and step back to allow Sir through, my gazedowncast as not to make the punishable offense of eye contact. In mymind, the ridiculousness of this situation is heightened as he's quite afew years younger than me,. Several chairs and small tables adorned it and made it a lovely place to sit in the evenings.In the Smithy, an open coal type forge was near the house side wall and a larger more modern gas-fired one was against the opposite thick brick wall with the gas tanks on the other side of it. Several workbenches of different heights and anvils of assorted sizes were spaced around the room.Large sliding metal doors could be opened to provide air and light to the smithy from the front and the back wall.