He was seated in a large chair much like Admiral's chair on the bridge of an Aircraft Carrier. The chair was marked on the back with the faded words, ...LITTLE BOSS. "Mr. Thompson, I bid you and your lovely companion welcome to my home. Did you like my elevator? I'm old and not used to climbing ladders, so I had it installed to my specifications." The man easily in his sixties spoke with a strong Oxford educated, English accent."Mr. Yakmura," said Richard, "I am pleased to introduce you to my .... “Turn here,” I said again, taking us into a deep set of trees that seemed to go on for miles. He turned the wheel again and we made our way down the road as far as we could before hitting a dead end. We were in a part of some sort, at least that is what the sign said. It was not a park with toys that I could see, but I had not gotten out to look around in the dark. There was no one else around, in fact, it almost felt like a ghost town, like we were the only ones who had been there in years. . I shook my head yes, "Tell me if it hurts"I let out a weak yes. He took his bare dick and played with my clit. After a few seconds he shoved it in unexpectedly. "Uuhhh" I moaned."Did I hurt you" he said going deeper making me moan louder. "Noooo" I said digging my nails in his back.He kept taking deep even strokes."Are You Sure" "Yeeessss!"Damn! This felt amazing."Shhh, you to loud" he whispered in my ear. As soon as he said that I wanted him even more. He was hitting it so good I started. Gabriella stepped in close, standing between my outspread legs. I smiled up at her and gently ran my hand up her stockinged knee, stopping just at the hem of her dress. I resisted going higher for a little squeeze of her ass. We had a strict policy about such things. She reached into her big designer bag and pulled out a foam pad. She knelt down, placed it carefully on the floor between my feet, before kneeling on it. I looked down at Gabriella as she set her bag down to the side. I.