"My sex life?" said Blake to the doctor."Yes. How often do you have sex each week?" said the doctor."Hmm. I don't have... I mean I'm still a virgin," ...eplied Blake quietly."What? A good-looking young man like you doesn't have a girlfriend?" askedthe doctor. Blake shook his head. "A boyfriend then?"Blake blushed and said, "Nobody yet." I see. How often do you masturbate?" Blake mumbled something. "Sorry, Ididn't hear that," continued the doctor."Every day. Sometimes more than once," said Blake. I felt as if I were underwater. I hung a Do Not Disturb sign on my door and avoided my coworkers as much as possible. I was cranky and I had the sinking feeling I was going to take it out on someone. My boss, Brian, was at a conference out of town, so I didn’t have to worry about taking an attitude with him. As it happened, there were other things that I needed to worry about. I hadn’t heard from my master all morning and that was odd. I checked and double checked my email and voicemail in. At the door was a gang of black men, ten of them in fact, allathletes by their looks. They looked at me, standing there naked with my littleprick drooping, and all started to laugh. Then they just brushed in past me tobe greeted by Will, who introduced Angela to them all. I did all I could tocatch my breath, lock the door, and start to serve them drinks and snacks.Soon the party was hopping, and so was I. I carried round after round of drinksaround on a tray, feeling the humiliation of having. I was enthralled by the wonder of it all. I found it difficult trying to concentrate. I could not get the image of Mrs Wilson out of my headIt was the first time that I had ever been out in the country at night and I felt a strange kind of comfort. The maps and the binoculars were forgotten about. More important matters needed to be attended too. I was miles from the town, I was in the safety of the dark and I was in need. Within a couple of minutes, my clothes and shoes were in a heap on the.