Hannah this is..." Deb looked at me. "Who the fuck are you?" I'm Lad," I said."Come on, Laddie," Deb said as she turned and pulled me into the room by...the crotch.When I entered the room, my jaw dropped. The room was lit with only red lights and there were couches and beds and pillows and even a sex swing. (I had never seen a sex swing in real life before.) There were about 10 women all around the room. Some were servicing men with blowjobs or regular fucking while some women were going down on. Someone who understands how to control my cock and my orgasms. A woman who would take great pleasure in doing so. Over this past year, she has trained me on when I could touch myself, how I should, and when I should stop. First, we started off doing this just through the chat room in which we met. We then moved to emails and chatting, slowly getting to know each other on more than just a sexual level. We connected, clicked. It didn't take long for her to give me her number and we started to. I stared at the boy’s tent as I tried to imagine what they were doing. Was Don Jr. sucking Greg’s cock? Did Carol swallow their cum now? Have they gone further, and they are fucking? Carol was on the pill. Would it really be that bad if they did? I could certainly use a good poking from Don Sr. right now.That next night when I finished cataloging the day’s finds, I went into our tent and waited for Don Sr. to finish writing in his Journal. This wouldn’t be the first time I expressed a need for. Just come in. I’ll leave the door unlocked. Hurry, I’ll be waiting for you.” One more kiss, and Ed was gone.I went to the living room to sit in a chair and put my hands to my cheeks. I felt the heat of being flushed and aroused. What had I done? I had just invited a nineteen-year-old guy to come back for one reason and one reason only. To have sex with me. He could not in any way misinterpret my reason for inviting him back. I knew it would be at least forty-five minutes to an hour before he.