It was a surprise when he got out after me and took the towel to dry me off. Mmmm, it felt good but I shivered in embarrassment.“Your turn to do me,...” he said gently but firmly. I felt a flush run through my body as I sometimes touched his skin when the towel slipped. “ALL of me,” he insisted when I got to his crotch. My eyes were riveted as that sausage swelled and rose up, pointing to the sky. And his balls were hanging down like the bull in the pasture. I gently dried both off.“Haven’t you. .. But one of satisfaction. "I see we have chosen you well... You are doing very well slave. You are such a good boy, I bet you are desperate to cum aren't you. Do you want to cum slave?" I stare pleadingly at her, nodding, mumbling affirmation with Bridget's fingers in your mouth. "Of course you do." She laughs mercilessly, "well... If you keep being a good little slave I just might let you. On your feet." My body still trembling I push myself to my knees, wobblying as I try to stand in the. Once again their eyes met and he raised his glass in salute. She refused to acknowledge him."Well, aren't you Miss Mature this evening" said Karen, in a warning tone."You wanted to be here, so behave. Making a scene won't make his memories of you any better."The advice calmed her. She made polite small talk, speaking to people at other tables, people she knew professionally. Aunt Daisy was there, attended by Marcus. People were so used to seeing them together it was almost expected. They raised. I asked if you would mind if I gave you a back rub to ease some of the tension and achiness. You giggled a little but didn’t mind the thought of it. I faced you towards the fire and began sinking my fingers into your tight neck. I was rubbing in circles. Deep enough for you to feel it but not too deep that it hurt. My hands began wandering further down your back and across your sides. My finger tips every now and again slipping across the sides of your breast. I would immediately pull.