The hardest six months of my whole life and I have never felt so alive, so, so, vital! I don't know if it's the lack of sex or the new self-control th...t he's ingrained into me. I can come now just by thinking about it although I'm not altogether sure that that is his training. We have spent the last week almost exclusively learning mental self-control and part of it is just not sinking in. The part where you stop thinking about IT. I have to make it get through to him that I need sex, unlike. Then, in an attitude of mock coyness, she placed her hands over her nipples and simpered: "Well, young man, the choice is yours, should I get dressed or stay naked." Oh, stay naked," I gasped, pleadingly, conscious that my pretence at sophistication was not compatible with an uncontrollable erection."Okay, Peter, take your things off and get into bed, you can play with me for an hour and then we'll travel into town to see my cousin Venus.I stripped, and slipped into bed beside her, she cuddled. Yes ... like ... that ... oh ... yes ..."He was gentle. He was good. An eager student! What more could I ask?"There's two. Alternate."And he did.I was really turned on by now. I didn't think I could last much longer. Not with my nipples in his mouth. Not after what happened this afternoon. Remember: He came. I didn't. My tension had been building all day. I needed release. I stood suddenly.In front of him.I pulled him up, facing me."Take off my top."He was awkward. But he did it.Now I was. The first one was empty but I saw no hole either. The next two were occupied and so was #5, leaving #4 empty. Just as I got there one of the guys went in and closed the door. He was only in there about two minutes but I saw as he went in that there were gloryholes on either side, well, if you could call them gloryholes. They were cut about 24 inches high and 18 inches wide. Since the connecting two had lights on this seemed like the ‘cocksucker’s booth’. Damn. I was just about 30 seconds too.