Choosing to take on the natural world was nothing more than foolhardy. Yet it did sound like a challenge I wanted to accept.Me: How do I get in touch ...ith these guys?Bart: You don't. I'll leave your background information and references in a dead drop. They will get in touch with you.Me: Are you sure I want to get involved with something so paranoid.Bart: The IRS has placed them on a terrorist training watch list. They don't like people learning how not to pay taxes.Me: What are these guy's. Might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don't know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,"You'd better take your t-shirt off boy,it's really dusty in here and you don't want your mum to bawl at you"So,there I was in just my white nylon footy shorts,shifting boxes and soon the sweat was rolling off me like a pig,while Mr A was offering encouragement from the packing chest he was sat on!Lazy sod,thought I,I'm doing all the graft and he's just sitting there. I was starting to feel a sexual attraction to Dan, although he had been so strict with me growing up that I didn’t dare try to start anything between us. I’m sure that he was afraid if he was lenient with me that I might become a slut like my mom. However, I do know that he was lonely, and I would sometimes sneak up on him in his bedroom at night and look through the crack in his door. I saw him masturbating what looked to be a very big cock, at least as big as Mr. Billings’, and he always shot. I nodded and fixed myself a drink as she looked on, probably unsure of what to do. “What did your previous Master call you?”Her voice was low and cracking…”You are my first owner Master.”I knew that of course, I was testing her quietly and seeing how she would react. She was naked and in light silver colored chains that ran from the now permanently placed legs cuffs to her wrists, encased in the same small bands of metal…and then to the light silver disk that passed as a collar today..