She unlocked the door and walked inside her house, the cool air instantly gratifying after being out in the sweltering heat. Slinging her bookbag onto...the chair in the living room, Chloe walked upstairs and into her bedroom. Although she and Noah were a good fit in most aspects, Chloe suspected their relationship would not survive because of one obvious imperfection, their sexual relationship. She had heard that as men aged, their sex drives tend to diminish. The sex had been electrifying when. "Oi kid, when's the gaffer coming?" The first driver shouted,"You're talking to him" Frank said from behind him where he'd been watching since they pulled in,"What, a fucking kid?" he looked amazed and when I strolled up and asked Frank if he fancied a cup of tea in the cafe, his face fell even further,"What about my load?" and Frank laughed,"That fucking kid, as you put it, is about thirty years younger than you mate, but about forty years ahead in maturity, now you either get that boat. He would be straight up to the manor to drop Ann in it,and that could mean all manner of punishment.It could mean the stocks again.Ann had the sudden horrible image of being locked in the stocks in thevillage square when the real Burt returned. He couldn't imagine a worsehumiliation than that.It simply wasn't worth the risk.He released the saddle moodily and stepped away, glaring at the horse ina sulk.He didn't care anyway. He had better things to do! He stomped out of thestables and set off. The carpet underhis knees felt good compared to the concrete but the pain in his nuts was everpresent. She opened the door to a playroom and pulled him in unceremoniously. The furnishingswere sparse but there was no denying it was a room for hedonistic desires.Not quite a dungeon and far from a spare bedroom, there were toys and tables,and chairs that had been designed for play. Derrick was there, naked and erect,oiled and glistening, a vision of ebony perfection. She dropped the leash.