Nothing too strenuous. We could check it out first.”Harvey chuckled. “Maybe we could rent a sled and dog team. I could sit on the sled while you s...houted, ‘Mush’.”The week after the New Year it snowed heavily and Quint brought up the suggestion again. Harvey got on the internet and read all he could about both winter hiking and cross country skiing. He decided the latter was doable and he was anxious to engage in some activity with Quint. It had been weeks since they’d gone off alone.They. I also learned that Clay himself was a victim of blackmail of the very same bishop and his sons. They had found his secret Grindr profile as well as gay porn stash and used it to try to control him. This had been part of why they had chosen him. They figured that they could eventually force him into a “cuckold” situation in their own perverse, religious way, and that since he was a “closet fag,” he deserved that treatment. I needed to take action, and soon, before they really coerced the couple. I tremble in my restraints, trying to hold back my orgasm, to extend the pleasure a little longer. But when he increases the pace, I lose the battle and topple over the edge, howling into my gag. The older man does not say a word the whole time, doesn’t utter a noise. With a stoic face he keeps fucking me, the same steady rhythm. Around me people are watching us, some daring enough to stroke my skin, fondle my breasts. One short haired female bends down licking my areola, circling my nipple,. "Of course. Drinks ladies?" A shandy," Ivy blurted, happy to get off the subject of gentleman friends."A ginger ale, please," Mavis added."A dark for me too," I announced. "How about an appetizer too? Do you have chicken-wings?"As soon as I asked I knew that wasn't the right thing to ask. Chicken wing servings hadn't been created in Buffalo, New York, yet.Shirley gave me a blank stare, as did everyone else."Just kidding," I quipped.Ivy gave me a little laugh, which Shirley took up. Alfred and.