For the first couple of hours we were pretty hypo. I think Olly was excited about staying over and I was soooo happy about having this kid to myself a...ll night. All the thoughts in my head were astonishing. I was thinking of all the stuff I wanted to do to him. But still, the caring thoughts were there, along with a bit of guilt but he did look sexy as hell. We settled down around 10.30pm when we heard my parents come in from the pub. They never come up to my room anymore, so they would never. I asked the bartender if they had a washroom, he pointed me down a hallway. I ventured down the hall, it was also dim and more dilapidated than the bar. Lots of old wooden doors branched off of it leading to unknown places. I reached the washroom door, it was wooden and hung crooked on its hinges. I noticed that there was no mens and women's, just one for everyone to share.I shoved the door open. There were two sinks, a cracked mirror, two urinals, and three stalls. The paint was faded green,. Reacting quickly I put my hand over her mouth, opened a cupboard behind me and dragged us both in quickly, shutting the door to leave us in pitch black. As my eyes adjusted I saw that we were in a store room for discontinued books, and with a little fumbling I found a light switch. Emma was sat on a box of cookery books, still laughing gently to herself. “Sorry I grabbed you,” I said, “I didn't want to wake Tony.” “Who’s Tony?” “The Pig Manager,” I grinned, “He gets a little pissy if you. A little back story: this was the first time Madam had arranged for me to be there when she had a date. Usually, I would be home taking care of our household, making sure that Madam had a warm and loving home to return to after her tryst. She let me know that I would, at times, be an active participant, not just a bystander, and asked me if I was OK being used by her guest. She knew that I would do this for her, but perhaps, didn’t actually believe it. I had never sucked on or been fucked by, a.