Like most London pubs the fucking toilets are underground and it seemed to take an age. when I got back, the barmaid was bent over the table with my b...uddy pumping her from behind. His trousers and pants around his ankles. The barmaid's tights and knickers just down her thighs, her belly and tits squashed against the table she was moaning each time my buddy pushed his cock into her, and her arse rippled as his groin slapped against it.The bitch asked, he said to me, didn't want to say no. The. Fred decided to try and bring Bill out on the subject of women and see if he couldn't encourage him to socialize more."Bill, have you had a date lately?" It was a topic his father had never raised before and it caught his son off-guard."Uhhhh ... no ... not lately. Why do you ask?" He was guarded in his answer. Did he know about Darla? Why was he interested in his personal life? It wasn't like him."You're almost twenty two and you haven't developed a personal relationship with any of the girls. "'Study Hall' was a small room off the dance floor that contained two workstations.The first station, with a sign named 'Lovey,' was a very realistic plasticand rubber phallus attached to the wall, and the other, named 'Shovey,'was a similar large phallus extending from the wall on a three foot metalrod. On the floor before each station was foam padding with shackles.'Lovey' had a large flat screen monitor against the wall. 'Shovey' had oneat an angle to the floor beyond the shackles."Honey,. I started to fade just as hewished me pleasant dreams and shut and locked the lid of the trunk over myhead. I woke up to the sight of Wally and another man. The lid of the trunk wasflipped open but I was still in the stock contraption. I could see that Iwas in the back of a van and that the two men were getting ready to move meout of there. Wally checked my eyes and then shut the lid again. I couldfeel the trunk being carried out of the back of the van.When the lid opened again, I was.