When he again finished I was the one who moved closer to him for comfort in the warm afterglow. Eating and drinking occupied the rest of the morning w... just stayed close together, until late morning when he had me again. The afternoon was spent together munching on grass being close; my body by late afternoon was tingling all over. His presence was affecting me, as was his lack of attention. I was acutely aware of my sex and the desire to have him again built up more and more. I started trying. I managed to spill beer all over everyone too. Whenever the band played a song called ‘ein prosit,’ everyone lifts up their steins and sways them back and forth. When the song ends steins are clanked and beer is swallowed. Every time this song played, which was every fifteen minutes or so, I tested the strength of my stein by hitting it as hard as I could against all the others. Beer splashed out copiously on peoples shirts and shoes. Not to mention the amount of beer I swallowed each time.. " She laughed softly and gave me that coy look of hers that she used as a kid when she wanted something from dad, it always worked on him and the crafty bitch knew it. I was expecting her to suggest that I slept on the couch, but she surprised me! "Well, we've managed all right so far haven't we?" And I couldn't think of an answer. "Hey what about the cottage?" "What about it?" She looked at me in surprise. "It hasn't been lived in since mum and dad died; the damn place must be falling apart by. From now on you are called Tommy instead of Tom. Are you willing to do as I ask, Tommy?”“Yes, Mistress!” I replied.“Good. Now, you must understand that I own you sexually. You are not allowed sex without my permission. Tommy, do you know what blue balls are?”“Yes mistress, I do.” I answered.“I’ll bet you have them now don’t you boy? Tell Mistress Shelly the truth!”“Yes ma’am...” I sheepishly admitted.Shelly stood up and gestured for me to do likewise. She said, “Strip! I need to see what kind.