They have been friends ever since even when 5 of them got married, it was coming up to their 21 anniversary of their friendship, they decided to go to... a castle in Scotland for a weekend (Friday to Monday), on the day they were going they got up at 3am for the 9 hour train journey. When they arrived in Scotland they got a minibus taxi to mcred Castle, when they got there they were met by a butler called Matt, but they were surprised that he was in his early 20’s because they thought butlers were. I sat down in a lawn chair and Darla sat on my lap. Paul said, “Dirk, the reason I’m cooking wieners is that Darla admires their shape and she enjoys sucking each one before I put it on the grill. She likes to hear them sizzle when they get hot.” Darla leaned over and whispered to me, “I like their shape and sucking on them because they look like little dicks, and I love dicks, large or small. I’ve never seen Paul’s cock. He’s never fucked me or allowed me to see him naked. I wonder if he even. I gazed up and the delight in her countenance spurred me on to lick her with increased fervor. Her face was aimed skyward with a look that alternated between bliss and a taught ardor that suggested pure sensual ecstasy. The remembrance of it came back to me from the barn. I longed to give it to her. So, I laid my tongue into her with double the industry with emphasis on her clitoris, eliciting squeals of euphoria from her. My own maple crumpet was fit to burst with syrup. I could feel it. She felt so violated, but couldn’t do anything to stop him. He rinsed her off, cuffed her to him, and dragged her back to the cabin. She tried to dig in her heels, but he was too strong. He didn’t drag her to the bed, he brought her over to a weird looking thing, and too late she was bent over it, her head and hands in a stock, her waist over a bar, her legs strapped so that her legs were spread pretty far apart. She started pleading with Andrew, he took out a strap with a ball, and put it in.