How many times did you say you fucked her?" he asked."Two times, Sir."He held up the black thong for me to see. "Are you ready to put on a show for me... Vic?" Yes, Sir," I said, and I helped him down the stairs, feeling as unsteady on my feet as he obviously was. What if I came too soon? Worse, what if I couldn't get it up?Elizabeth took over as soon as we entered the room. "Undress me slowly," she whispered, putting her arms around me. "Kiss my neck. Frank will like that. Is he taking his. The whole event seemed to last for hours, but I reckon it was over in about two minutes.He changed straight away, apologising for being a little rough (massive, massive understatement), he kissed me tenderly then asked me to keep quiet about what just happened.On our way back to the bikes we stopped off at the café and he bought me a cornetto and a Of mug of tea.I was very sore for a couple of days, and you can imagine the cycle ride home, 20 miles, wasn't terribly enjoyable, but it still. “Oh, no worries, boy. Come over here.”I couldn’t tell if she was still angry, but she was smiling, so I supposed it was okay. She was winking and patting on the stretch of couch beside her. I was a bit intimidated, but I felt obliged to follow her command. I couldn’t be impolite; this was my first time meeting her.I sat beside her and tried not to stare. To help, I tried to take a look at whatever it was she was watching. It was some daytime soap opera, it seemed, the cheap ones that would. Juris zipped up his sweatshirt, and went outside for his morning jog. He started off at a leisurely pace. He enjoyed running, and always had. It was how armies had moved in the past when they marched. It was a combination of marching and jogging. He had enjoyed it so much that he had become a messenger in several early armies.He enjoyed the freedom running gave him, as well as the ability to think things through. It also provided him with an obvious reason to be all over the property since he.