The gate was flanked by barbed wire fencing that stretched away into the mixed hardwood bush on both sides as far as the eye could see.However, off to...the right of the gate, nailed to a sapling, was the sign:?Backstage Pass?. Intriguing. Mysterious. Beside the sapling was a trail: narrow, overgrown, and covered with autumn leaves, but a discernible trail. Was this another way into the private property of the gate owner, a privileged opening into a special world buried deep in the rolling. "Oh GOD this felt so good" I thought to myself, not only his hands but I could feel his cock growing against my back.Leaning over me I could feel his breathing in my ear, I closed my eyes and thought " How could anything feel better than this".The sensation he was sending through my body with his manly hands. My body was shaking and my knee's buckled,He held me close supporting me against his body," OH BILL PLEASE DON'T STOP " I gasped.with that said he increased the speed of his finger and. It only took one to take the trash to the recycling center. The back bedroom was clear and I was sure Sue would go through it Tuesday and make it as clean and ready as the front bedroom.Sunday was a bust. I thought I would get a day sail in but the weather wasn't cooperating. I keep foul weather gear on the boat for when I'm already out and get caught by rain or a storm but I won't go out if it's raining before I even get started. I sail for my relaxation and pleasure, not to fight the. Oh, and when you and I have lunch on Monday, you will bring these back to me as I will want them back. You will bring them back freshly cleaned.” Tonya said to me smiling the whole time while continuing to run her fingers across my ass and then my cock restrained by those small panties. “I suggest you go somewhere tomorrow and get some to wear the rest of the week that actually fit properly.” It was then I realized where Tonya had disappeared to when the other girls came back into the.