I see now that I was learning more then sexual technique, that I was also learning how to serve another, how to fulfill my need to be submissive, how ...o beg for my needs.I began to masturbate myself almost every night and had some success in achieving minor orgasm that at the time pleased me. On nights when I was able to hear my parents making love in their room it was far easier for me to reach orgasm. Over the next year or so, I would frequently ask my mother to join me when my father was. I never heard another word about Ronny Barns, so I figured my guess was right and the story was made up.One day in early August, Mama and Aunt Maxine were busy in the kitchen putting up jars of pickles, canning tomatoes and okra and making gooseberry jam. All of us kids, including Richard and Larry were out in the garden selecting the right sized cucumbers for pickles, as well as squash to be boiled, spiced, mashed up and canned for winter. Laurie and I probably hadn’t spoken a dozen sentences. But I could not let this indiscretions go unpunished so I had her stand upand bend her forward securing her leash to her toes with a piece of rope. Istarted spanking her ass with my hand, she tried to stand upward from thesudden pain but my bondage prevented that, I repeated my strikes pausing tokiss and cares her beautiful now turning red ass. When I felt that she hadlearned from her lesson I started manipulating her sex with my fingers, than mytong. when I brought her to her orgasm I placed a. I’d never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted William in that moment, so when his hands and lips left my body, I wanted to weep.“William?” I asked, pulling his face up towards mine. “What’s wrong?”“My kind,” he started, his blue eyes searching mine. “We have fun of course, but when we find our mates, we mate for life. The way I feel about you, the way I’m drawn to you, it’s how my kind feels about their mate. Do you understand, love?”“Is this why I feel like I know you?” I asked.“I’m not sure,”.