Shake your head up and down if you understand, #6."Winona fought back a tear as she was not accustomed to being treated in such an uncivil manner. She...shook her head vigorously up and down and felt suitably contrite at her error.Mrs. Finch nodded and hit the desk with her riding crop."Hop to it, #6! What are you waiting for? Get those riding pants down and bend over my desk immediately!"This time the tears did fall from the corners of Winona's beautiful blue eyes. She was so humiliated at. " "We can have a pierre-de-terre' in Manchester can't we. It only takes a few minutes to travel across in the Albatross." I had forgotten of course. The Albatross had reduced the whole world to a village. I still hadn't adjusted to the concept and I grinned to myself as I contemplated the grief and heartache it would bring to immigration departments and nation states when world citizens could live in Africa, work in Europe, lunch in Asia and club the night away in America or Australia. I. I got a few compliments about my stories and questions about when I’d be writing another one. I hadn’t written many, only four or five, which I’d posted on an online erotic story site. I’d told my friends in the chat room about it, and apparently they’d spread the word. I was pleased by the compliments, though a little uncomfortable that people were complimenting me in front of Charles. I wasn’t sure what he’d think about me writing that type of story. By eight thirty, the bar was packed.. I can make that easily. I assume you’d want it so just the various cocks would poke out, but the faces would make it anonymous?”“Oh yes. That would be perfect.”“How many holes?” he asked with a silly grin.“Well, if there’s two, I can use a hand on one cock and my mouth on the other and keep switching. But… I want more guys than that.”“Duh, I could have guessed that. I can tell you’re having a pretty intense craving because of this idea. How many guys are you thinking?"“Twenty!” I blurted..