.. more reserved. No matter, they were quite an impressive pair and I was pleased that we seemed to hit it off quite well."And where is your home?" Ad...riaana asked."Vancouver ... in Canada," I said, not wishing to complicate my answer."Oh ... yes ... of course. We have many relatives living near Vancouver. Do you know the town, Pitt Meadows?" Yes ... of course. It is right next door to where I live ... I mean ... used to live." There are many Dutch people living in your town?" Katerina asked. She was introduced as Sally Grayson, a PR consultant.After we’d all shaken hands, and the three newcomers had got themselves some breakfast we got down to business.George opened the proceedings.“It seems you two are quite the item,” he said, “when your mother didn’t return you to the hospital, they posted you as absconded. Your mother told the police when they came for you, Cal, that she didn’t know where you were. You’d left the house that morning and hadn’t come back. Then David’s Mum joined. He knows how it feels to be relentlessly edged, teased and denied for days at a time. He knows the beautiful frustration of being milked and ruined, over and over again. He’s begged – literally begged – for orgasm before, and heard me say “No.” He’s been there. He survived those things without ever truly losing his mind, and he figured this would “just” be more of the same. Three months of intense fun, but nothing truly new.And… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right. His doubt motivated. Sally was squealing with delight as Luka did his thing. She was singing, "Oh boy I can't wait for you to fuck me!"I was really getting hot with that idea as well, and so was Luka. His dick started to grow out of it's cover. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't want to spoil Sally's plans. Sally stood up to take off her dress, I helped her get it over head while Luka kept licking away, Sally started to loose her balance and grabbed a hold of me in a hug. "Oh this is great, but how should we.