“It’s a long story, best not told,” Andy said, jumping into the conversation before Candice or Rhona could react.“Perhaps he was the one who s...ould have been caned?” Mistress left the words hanging in the air for a few seconds. “So, Andrew, you said in many ways, no. So in some ways, the answer was yes?”“Being able to do something well can be a source of pride, almost whatever it is.” Andy said.“Both times I was forced into doing something that I did not enjoy — the only solace came from doing. I put on a pair of loose fitting pajama pants and a tee shirt.The aroma of the beef filled the living room and kitchen. I went out there and asked Elaine if there was anything I could do. "Yeah, you can mash the potatoes if you want to, while I make the gravy."I got out the manual masher and went to the refrigerator for the milk and butter. The potatoes were bubbling on the stove. My shoulder brushed Elaine's when I picked up the pot and she said, "Excuse me." Sorry," I said. But it had felt. Here I was on my way to get fucked by someone I had never met; I did not even know his name. I was having lots of second thoughts. What if Tom gets jealous when he see the movie? What will my friends say? Will my uncle, aunt and cousins find out? I haven’t spoken to them since the funeral, so who cares I tell myself as I brush all the thoughts away. A few minutes later I was there. I was introduced to a towering muscular and handsome guy called Marcus, and my hand seemed tiny as it disappeared. Her hair and makeup made her look like a fashion model to my young eyes and the aroma of her perfume filled the interior of the car."Hey Ladykiller," she said in a soft voice."Hey yourself. What's up?" I asked."I imagine it's you," she responded as her small hand rubbed the bulge in my jeans that was getting harder by the second."Got any plans?" she asked."Movies," I answered staring at her chest."Care to go for a ride?" she asked again as her hand continued to rub my swollen crotch."Sure," I.