And a pair of red platform shoes. So I waswrong again, in fact things were even worse. I struggled with the maid'soutfit, but somehow I managed it. An... the shoes were surprisinglycomfortable even if they were higher than I had been forced to wearbefore.Nothing was said when I re-emerged downstairs. Instead more orders."You will be required to welcome my guests, look after their coats andmake sure they are given whatever they wish to drink. And if theyrequire anything else then you must ensure. She slowly undoes them and as she kisses me I feel them being lowerd to the floor. With help of some hands I step out of the jeans and then there it is. Small but warm hands slip inside my jocks and tease me. My cock is already as hard has ever and I can feel warm breath on it as my jocks are removed too. Together they lay me down on the floor, each taking their turn to fondle me. Then there is silence again but a kind of high comes over me as I feel skin on my legs. There is someone standing. . time when I should have had my Daddy with me. And I swore then, to him and to myself, that I'd never be that man. That I'd never do the things he'd done. I'd walk away from trouble, and let the rest of the world do what it wanted. For fifteen years I kept that promise.Being a pacifist isn't the best way to make friends in a small country town. When the other boys would play one of their rough games, I always demurred. When the inevitable bullies made their appearances, looking for fresh prey,. It was five minutes after one of the prospective buyers left and I was settled in my television chair watching a news bulletin concerning the future of The Berkshires - or more accurately, its absence of future. The makers are disturbed with the viewing figures, they’re falling, and they’ve decided to axe the show. That in itself is bad enough, however what’s disastrous is when. In three days time they shoot the final scenes. What am I to do? After they finish the filming, Hector will vanish..