Amber did everything but flat out ask you to fuck her knowing that unless you were terminally stupid you would turn and run from her like the Devil wa... chasing you, which in a way I guess he was. Believe me - it is very hard having an Amber living next door to you.And then nine months ago Amber had turned eighteen and all the flirting and teasing came to a stop. Amber wasn't stupid - she knew that by turning eighteen the rules of the game had changed. She wasn't really teasing me as I worked,. Confused, I returned to Maine, to our little hillside hideaway north of Camden. And I hid. From everything. Somehow I started again it all again the next summer. The Cape Cod Canal, the East River…all of it. I found it wasn’t too hard to sail alone, and that I was lonely. I had, in fact, embraced loneliness. Once I hit New York City I understood if I stayed out to sea I would have to make changes in the way I rested, because I was alone I would have to remain diligently on guard for ship. While she might be very into humiliation it was only in private and she did not fancy catching the bus while wearing her red bikini. Walking back to the farm would gain her nothing.The pain in her nipples seemed to grow as she lost the sexual arousal that had carried her this far. Gone were her imminent orgasm and gone were the slave traders. This was serious. If she didn't get the tape knickers of she couldn't catch the bus, she would be arrested trying to get home and her life would basically. " I said as I opened the door and Peter saw the Hawaiian muscle stud laying on the bed waiting for him."What"s this?" Peter asked scared and confused."It"s my ultimate fantasy honey." I said. "Now don"t be shy, just go over to Lamar and give him a nice big hug for me." I don"t know about this." Peter protested.I stood behind Peter and grabbed his arms and slowly walked him over the bed with the gay stud waiting for him. I whispered soft sweet things into his ear and stroked his cock beneath his.