The music was superb. A piano trio played fro dancing on weeknights and, at weekends, one of the owners, Bruno Canelli, led a five piece jazz-oriented... dance band that drew people from four counties. At around nine pm. Laura and Philip stood at the door and surveyed the large, low-ceilinged room with its obligatory haze of cigar and cigarette smoke. They saw clusters of white-clothed tables surrounding the small central dance floor. Down the room, the eye was drawn to the small stage with a. Thankfully, he thought, she was still lubricated from when he had fucked her earlier but as his fingers plunged into her he felt the flood of her juices as she orgasmed.“Now grab her nipple David,” his father ordered, “just like you did with Mary, crush that nipple flat, twist it and pull it.”David pinched her nipple, hearing his mother hiss in response.“Are you right up her cunt?” Tom asked.David nodded, his own heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest, he couldn’t believe he was doing. But it's not set up that way, and I don't want to change it.So when the complications of life in the city become too much, and the relationships become too worn, and the weekend beckons, I escape. I leave the bustle and drive to my garage, and spend the weekend in the cabin.Always quiet, the cabin enfolds me, and I can be at peace, listening to jazz and blues records on the old turntable, sipping wine in the armchair, masturbating peacefully in the big old fluffy bed, or even in the deep. "I love Derek very much Crystal ..." She was about to continue her sentence when her phone buzzed. She looked at it and turned pale. "Look at me when you're talking to me!" I shouted. Annoyed, I snatched her phone away from her as she shrieked and begged me not to. It was too late, I had seen the picture. "You're cheating on daddy," I said with a laugh, almost relieved. "No, it isn't what it looks like," she claimed as he snatched her phone back. "Looks like a picture of you sucking another.