" David raised his eyebrows. "Almost every day. Sometimes twice a day," he blushed. "Hmmm... most bisexuals have a strong libido. And what do you t...ink about when you start touching yourself? Be honest now." "Um... sometimes I think about the guys in the shower and us all washing one another and getting hard", he blurted out suddenly. "Sometimes I think about Becky and the time we kissed and she let me touch her boobs." "Anything else?" David asked gently. "What do you think about when. Shauntay gently tapped the tip of it against Bret’s throbbing, leaking erection. “Turn over, on your knees.” Bret complied swiftly. Head down against the cool plastic, he stuck his ass in the air, proud to show off his slutty nature. Shauntay rubbed the crop against his nut sack, up the crack of his ass. “Bret, would you be shocked if I told you that I am going to shove ice cubes in your ass and watch you writhe in pain while you’re bent over like this?” She spread the cheeks of his ass. What was left of his hair had been trimmed right back so it was as short as his friend Harry's, someone the nurse had yet to meet.She stood there, arms crossed and toe tapping, waiting for his answer. She was sympathetic to the pain he must have felt but sympathy didn't mean she was going to baby him and it definitely wasn't going to make her throw her legs open. Still he was cute with his feigned innocence."Girl?" he asked.She didn't change her stance and the seconds passed slowly as she held. Putting the chair onto the bed and climbing precariously up, Lady Johnson managed to hang on to the bars and to peer out of the window. She seemed to be on the top floor, the former servants' quarters of a large country house, almost a small stately home, and was evidently at the back of the building. On the paddock below a series of wooden huts, six in all, had been erected, and they were connected by wooden corridors. The whole place had enough barbed wire round it to fortify a small country..