My Only Talent Ch. 42

GONE TO TEXAS

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Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events.

Elizabeth and Summer both stirred in the bed. "Where are you going?"

Mallory jumped up from the foot of the bed with her leash, providing an excuse.

"I'm taking Mallory out again." I needed to think. I really needed to think.

Mallory got her business done long before I got my thoughts together, and I started back toward the house. The way things were going, I was surprised Mallory hadn't demanded that Elizabeth take her out instead of me. Mallory clearly preferred Elizabeth to me. Summer clearly preferred Drummond to me. Even Suzie signals had deserted me. My Only Talent was now no talent at all. Maybe my fabulous fractal antenna array was now just a brain tumor that no longer functioned. Was this the malignant and defective gift I would pass on to my growing boy?

Mallory got in front of me and growled very quietly, making me freeze in my tracks. She was alerting to something up ahead of us. I realized I had only my pants and shoes on, no shirt. The night was cool, but I suddenly felt a chill inside far colder than the outside air temperature. I saw light through the trees and then a pair of headlights coming up the driveway. The car stopped and the lights went off, and a door opened and thunked closed. Mallory growled again, loudly. I heard steps coming up the driveway.

"Keep that fookin' dog back, Robbie. It's me, Jackie! I've got to find Summer! I know the van is here. Is she here?"

Jackie stood behind the driver's side door of a beat-up and multi-colored old Vauxhall hatchback that looked like a pregnant Smart Car but old and retarded. He looked very worried.

"Hold on Jackie. I'll put Mallory up and get Summer."

When I got back into the house, Summer and Elizabeth had heard the commotion outside and had pulled on their clothes. They stood next to the bed and looked at me expectantly.

"Summer, Jackie is outside. He came to find you. I'm going to keep Mallory inside while you go out to talk to him."

Summer went outside, and Elizabeth came over and hugged me. It helped with the chill. We watched through the window as Jackie and Summer put their heads together for a moment and then Summer cried out. She seemed to freeze for a moment, then spun on her heels and ran back toward the house. She bustled through the door.

"My father is ill. I have to get to the Isle of Man immediately!"

She began gather her stuff from the bedroom. Elizabeth went with her. I put Mallory in her kennel and went back out to ask Jackie what was going on.

"Jackie, what happened with her father?"

"He is sick, I'm not sure with what. He's in hospital up there. Summer's phone was off, but she has a tracker on the Sprinter so I used it to find the vehicle. It's a about an 8 hour drive up north from here and then a ferry ride. We've got get started!" Elizabeth and Summer emerged from the door. Elizabeth had her arm around Summer and was speaking in her ear. Summer was nodding her head yes.

I sensed that Elizabeth was taking control. She was, and she spoke up. "Let's take her to the FBO at Exeter instead. I have a friend there that can help."

Exeter was about an hour away. We put all our stuff in the van. Elizabeth took the wheel, as I was unsure about driving from the wrong side, especially since we needed to go fast. Jackie headed back toward Wingham in the Vauxhall, with Mallory in her kennel and the not quite able to close hatchback tied down with a bungee cord. It would be very interesting to see him release her back at Summer's house! Elizabeth made two mobile phone calls from the road, and when we got to Exeter she drove into the airport and pulled up to a metal building.

There were two guys in dark blue uniforms waiting for us in the lobby. In five minutes, we were in a little 4 passenger shiny white jet and taxiing out onto the runway. We made a climbing turn and booked it to the north. We landed in less than 3 hours, and a taxi was waiting to take us to the hospital at Braddan. Summer's dad was in a private room, and awake and alert. He looked a lot like the old James Bond guy that lived near Nora's parents on Eaton Square, but he sounded like Dumbledore.

"No need for you to rush, dear. We thought it was a major problem, but it was just a little arrhythmia. Fully controllable with medication, I am told. They expect to release me tomorrow after 24 hours of observation." He nodded toward the heartbeat and pulse ox monitors by the bed. "Your man that we called at the business number got a little overwrought, and apparently your mobile phone was turned off."

Summer leaned over her dad and sobbed, hugging him tightly. He looked uncomfortable and patted her shoulders, still looking at Elizabeth and me.

"Perhaps you should introduce me to your friends?"

Summer stood and rubbed her eyes, still a little dazed. Elizabeth moved forward smoothly and took his hand.

"Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles, Professor. Pleased to meet you!"

I moved up, too. "Robbie Roberts, Sir!

"Oh, I am just a lecturer, not a Professor. I don't want to put on airs."

There was awkward small talk for next few minutes, while Summer recovered her composure. Elizabeth responded to questions in her DEFRA persona, ably talking about agriculture and trade, and connecting with the senior Mawn on several planes. I was introduced as someone Summer had met at work. He made a face. I suppose he might not be fully on board with Summer's choice of careers, or more likely, he didn't like my looks. He changed the subject.

"Elizabeth, I don't recall you at King's School. Where did you and Summer meet?"

"I went to maintained schools, sir, but then was fortunate enough to attend Imperial College London". That clearly made an impression on him. "Robbie introduced us. I met him on a flight from Dallas to London last year."

Summer's face snapped up and she gave me a funny look.

Elizabeth took her hand. "I am glad that Robbie and I could be here for Summer. She is a wonderful young lady and I am proud to call her my friend."

Summer's face turned bright red, but her father seemed pleased by Elizabeth's comment, and did not notice the blushing.

Her father now turned the conversation to practical matters. "Summer, my former student Daniel plans to pick me up when I am discharged tomorrow, and I plan to stay up here for another week or so before I go back to Canterbury. There is no need for you to stay, just as there was really no need for you to come. But it was nice to see you and meet your friends."

Summer sniffled and hugged him again. "Are you sure you will be fine?"

On the flight back, I realized that I had been distracted from thinking about my troubles. Summer took Elizabeth's hand again and thanked her again, apologizing for all the trouble for a trip that turned out not to have been required.

Elizabeth smiled. "Glad to help. Family counts. And to change the subject, by my calculations, we will have about 4 hours together at the house before we all have to leave to get back into our regular routines."

She put a hand on Summer's thigh and squeezed. I could feel the sexual tension in the air, but I heard no Suzie signal at all, damn it. "I have great expectations, my lovely young lady and gentleman."

We all did our best.

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Carmencita Walton decided to go with the flow, and she was surprisingly inventive. She got two rolls of gauze from her go bag, and tied Alexander's hands to the headboard, tightly. She took down his pants, sat in a chair by the bed, and just looked at him. He looked nervous, and then tested the restraints, and quickly concluded he could not get free. Carmencita smiled as his erection began to grow.

She waited a few minutes, and then tied Alexander's ankles to the bedposts just as tightly, despite him offering only token resistance. She sat down again and waited. He struggled against the restraints, while his erection grew to an absolute maximum. She smiled. She would play this game if he wanted to. In fact, she had some ideas of her own.

"Well, Mr. Walton, it's time for me take control. You have been neglecting me! You are going to be punished, and then I may let you make it up to me. I won't gag you because I may require your lips and tongue. "

Her go bag also had an interesting collection of tools that she used on her physical therapy patients - stainless-steel massage tools, myofascial relaxers in many amazing shapes and sizes, some polished wood Chinese Gua Sha tools that she was planning to use in new and very intimate ways, some elastic stretch bands, and of course, her trusty Hypervolt. She knew her anatomy: where all the muscles and nerves were, and what they were connected to. Let the games begin.

"Mr. Walton, you have heard the saying that the truth will set you free?" He grunted.

"Tell me the truth about why you suggested I have my way with you. Not that it's a bad idea, but I just need to know how the idea started, and why it came up," she gestured toward his crotch, "at this time."

Alexander was in a quandary. There were some things he just could not tell her.

She smiled, "I realize there are some things that you have to keep secret, darling. But there are some things you just must be honest with your loving wife about. And sex is one of them."

He considered his words carefully. "You know I trust you completely, but you also know what they say about keeping secrets."

She laughed. "I am not going to kill you, and you are not going to kill me. So, move on to what you CAN do!"

He thought some more. "I cannot tell you how I was injured, or why, or exactly where I was, but you know from my treatment notes that I was immobilized, in traction, etcetera, in the hospital in Austin?"

She took out a stainless-steel tool that looked a little like a stylized boomerang and began to apply it to his thigh muscles. Lightly. It felt good.

"I wondered about that. In my opinion, your injuries did not really require that kind of a cast, that many bandages, and that many restraints. I think they put you in the burn ward and wrapped you up to better isolate you, eh?"

Carmencita was too smart for him to fool, so he had to tell her more. "I think so too. In fact, there were cops outside the door to make sure only authorized visitors came into the room."

She moved the tool higher up on his thigh and began to apply more pressure. It felt good, and somehow made his erection grow even more. Her voice rose as she asked, "So who did visit you?"

"I can't tell you any names, but one was a smart-ass ESU freshman who thought he owed me a debt. I suppose he did."

Carmencita stopped moving the massager. "This freshman was an authorized visitor? Who authorized that?"

"I can't tell you that. He came by to talk to me. He had been given some information by one of my superiors and allowed to see me. We talked briefly, and then he had to go take a final exam at the ESU campus."

She started with the massager again. Very strong, almost on the threshold of pain. It made him even more excited.

"Any other visitors?" she asked.

"The freshman's girlfriend. She came to see me while he took his exam. She knew that I had saved his punk ass. She wanted to express her gratitude." His erection twitched. Carmencita noticed.

The massager worked its way up right below his balls and its motion paused before she asked, "How, pray tell, did she express that gratitude?" Alexander was overjoyed that Carmencita did not ask the name of that girlfriend.

His cock twitched again. "She, uh, took advantage of me!" Carmencita smiled. That was her plan, too.

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Summer and I said our heartfelt goodbye's to Elizabeth, and as her black Range Rover headed north toward Cheltenham, we pointed the Sprinter van back towards Wingham.

"So, Robbie, when are you going to tell me the story about meeting Elizabeth?"

I smiled contentedly. "As you already know, she is a lovely young lady and we are both proud to call her a friend."

"Of that I am sure. She also seems extravagantly competent for an agricultural trade representative, though, and very well connected, as evidenced by the rapid access to that airplane."

"Elizabeth has many talents, and she is very trustworthy. I have promised her not to reveal any details of our previous meetings, for her protection. I suspect the folks at the airport owed her several favors."

"She certainly charmed my father. He seemed quite taken with her."

I chuckled. "So were you." She blushed again. Very attractively.

"Did you two cook up a little plan in advance to take advantage of me? Not that I mind!"

"No. I didn't know she was there until we walked into the restaurant and I saw her."

"So, you just decided to take advantage of both of us?"

"Exactly. Later this week, I will take advantage of you again. You must follow Elizabeth's advice: devote yourself completely to someone else's pleasure. That's the way to truly enjoy yourself, and to then deserve pleasure yourself."

Her face looked worried, but her Suzie was silent, or at least I couldn't hear it. Then she smiled. "I'll do my best, Master." I hope Drummond appreciated her efforts.

When we got back to Summer's house, Mallory emerged from her doggie door, tail wagging. We did not find Jackie's bloody body in the garden, so he must have fed her and released her successfully. We went to bed early and cuddled each other to sleep. We both had report to work early the next morning.

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The mood was mixed when I returned to the office in Folkestone. Oliver Hastings Harrison was still inordinately pleased with the disposition of the highly political budget issues, so much so that there must be more to it than I knew, but he was obviously unhappy with Drummond McFadden. It took Drummond a while to tell me why.

"He is getting calls about me, for references. Apparently naval architects and mechanical engineers are in great demand, and some headhunter in Amsterdam is determined to collect a big commission by placing me in another, much more lucrative job. OHH thought I was a captive employee here."

"I thought you wanted to be here for twenty years and end up running the place?"

"I do, but I don't want OHH to take me for granted. It is nice to be wanted."

"Well, speaking of that, you are also in demand by a young lady."

I could hear his eyeballs click as he turned toward me.

"By the way, Duncan, do you have any leather pants? Do you have a mask you can wear?" He looked at me in astonishment.

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Summer had an open Thursday night, so I told Drummond to come over about 8. I was mysterious about what was going to happen, and with who, which made him even more excited. I only gave Summer the barest of information, too, and her excitement was palpable.

I had to have a long talk with myself about watching Summer do another guy, or both of us at the same time. Logically, after I left for Austin, I would likely never see her again. I knew she liked Duncan, and he was crazy about her. When I set up Veronica Tappert's little "rodeo" with six guys and a few assorted girls, I knew she would love it and her husband Rock would like to watch. I was sure Duncan would be overjoyed to have a shot at Summer, and Summer had been fantasizing about being with two guys even before I told her she was going to have to do it. I really liked Summer, and I really did care about her, and she knew it, so my "family tradition" was upheld. I finally concluded that I should do my best to maximize her enjoyment, and minimize her risk, in much the same calculus I had used with Millie's little "coming" out party.

About 7:30, I had Summer take a bath and don the blue "mystery masseuse" outfit she had worn when she gave Duncan that memorable hand job. I had not been watching, but I was sure neither of them would ever forget it. She relaxed a little in the familiar garb, until I said, "Now take off the headcover, and put your hair up in a bun."

She drew in a noisy breath. "So, he is going to see my face?"

I laughed. "He is going to do a lot more to your face than just look at it, slut! You are going to let him do anything he wants to you and do anything he asks you to do. And anything I tell you to do."

Summer Mawn stewed nicely in her own juices for the next 30 minutes or so, and then a knock on the door broke the silence, followed by a sharp intake of breath on Summer's part.

I opened the door to see Drummond McFadden, or at least I assumed it was him.

For Summer's benefit, I had suggested he wear leather pants and some sort of mask, but he had gone all extreme Scottish like something out of the trashy old "Highlander" movies. He wore a black leather kilt, but with some sort of weird fanny pack thing draped over his crotch. It looked like a dead red fox fitted out by a deranged taxidermist. He had on tall, dirty grey boots that laced up the side, and each boot had some sort of fancy bone handled dagger sticking out of the top. He was shirtless, and his mask looked like something out of a slasher movie set in 400 A.D., with big leather stiches along the sides and a long dead scraggly red beard at the bottom. Creepy.

Summer took another deep breath and let out a Suzie blast like I had never heard before! Loud, raspy, nasty and full of desire. What the hell? I thought I couldn't hear Suzie signals anymore. This one was unmistakably loud and proud, but it was totally for Drummond, not for me! Damn.

Summer walked two steps toward Drummond and fell to her knees, staring at that fox tail or whatever it was.

I got angry and felt disrespected. How could I get back on top?

"Drummond, this is my friend Summer. Summer, Meet Drummond. Everything that happens here tonight is strictly private. None of us will talk about it with anyone else, ever. Agreed?"

I got the response from Summer I wanted. "Yes, Master!"

Drummond was having trouble speaking, but finally he gasped, "I agree."

I wished I had my black leather Master costume here. But all I had was my tone of voice.

"Summer is a wonderful young lady with a kind heart and incredible sexual capacity. She is going to devote herself to pleasing us, and then we will devote ourselves to pleasing her. Are you ready?"

Drummond was getting into this. He took off the kilt, but left the fox thing, which I later learned was called a Sporran, on his waist. Its position was now clearly affected by his growing erection, making the little fox tail stand up and shake. Summer gasped loudly.

"Drummond has been bereft of feminine companionship for some time, Summer, and we are going to rectify that tonight. Tell me, Summer, would you like to suck Drummond's cock?"

It was Drummond's turn to gasp. Loudly.

"Yes Master!" Summer snapped.

"But first, so he can anticipate his enjoyment, you are going to suck my cock while Drummond watches."

It was a contest to see which face was redder, Drummond's or Summer's. I took off my pants and underwear.

"Take a seat, Drummond, and save your energy for your turn. Summer knows what I like, and she will take her time, toying with me before she pleases me. Summer, my lovely, show Drummond what you can do."

Her Suzie signal grew even louder, still totally about Drummond, and nothing for me. I was a prop in the show she was putting on for him. Even though this whole scene was my idea, I was sort of pissed off about that. I decided to be nasty about it.

"You know, Drummond, they say there is no such thing as a bad blowjob, only good ones and great ones!"

Summer moved over in front of me but kept her eyes on Drummond. She stuck out her tongue and began to gently lick my cock. Her tongue was a paintbrush and she was gradually painting my cock with a primer coat of saliva.