That’s not what I mean.’ he had a glint in his green eyes and a smirk on his tanned, smooth shaven face. ‘What do you mean then.’ I replied as...I put down my can of beer onto his coffee table. ‘You know. Ever wanked with a friend?’ ‘I’m not sure I get you.’ I knew perfectly well what he meant as it had always been a fantasy of mine to be in a room with another guy as we both jerked off in each others company. ‘Have you ever had your cock out and stroked it until you cum while in a room with some. Two, three, five, a day. I couldn't stop myself. Imagination wore out as a means to satisfy myself. I began to search through everything for stimulating pictures: the lingerie section of mums catalogs. I would have killed for a Fiesta or Escort magazine, but they were simply not to be gotten at the time, especially not in mum's house. Later that month, as I was rooting around in mum's wardrobe, I found several pictures of my mother. Not just any old pictures, mind you, but shots of her all. ..Just call me or text me telling me what you want me to do and I’ll doit.Your slave, Sally.”After sending it I feel strangely free and calm, after many days of mildsickness that I had attributed to the hormones. Suddenly I felt good,healthy, as if I had awaked from a long, bad dream.I stayed home and sat on a chair, waiting. Time passed, and I started tofeel more anxious, but excited. More than six hours later, the phonefinally beeped. I had it in my hands, so I could see the message. “You were drinking ‘Mekhong’ then?” he asked, holding back the laugh.“Yes, I think that’s what they called it. Tasted like grain alcohol cut with kerosene. I mixed it with Coke to make it drinkable,” I told him, and now he was laughing.“Newbies” was all that he could say, he was laughing so hard. Finally he quieted down except for an occasional chuckle.“Boy, don’t ever drink Mekhong with cola of any kind,” he admonished me. “It will leave you with an awful hangover as well as the shakes. In the.