Duane began counting as he firmly held my head. After getting to ten he could sense my need for fresh air. He then pulled his dick out and allowed me ...resh air. Shortly, he began his next incursion.“Let’s go for fifteen,” I heard him say before the counting again began. At fifteen he repeated his former ritual setting the next benchmark at twenty. Then twenty-five followed, after which thirty was demanded.Realising that thirty was my limit he did not press me any further. After a further two. I’m afraid you’ll have to come back on a regular basis.”“I should be ready again in a few minutes.”She laughed, “I’ll need longer than that. You wore me out.”We lay there quietly for a minute, and then she asked me, “Tell me about the first time you thought about me. When you masturbated.”“It was that time you had just gotten a promotion, and you had that sheer silk blouse on over the flowery bra. You came over to talk with Mother and you just looked so elegant and smart. Your breasts were. I grabbed the lead for the dog, as the puppy was small I had to squat down on one knee and fasten on the collar and lead. It was almost unavoidable showing my still hard cock to Chloe as my dressing gown opened wide, her friend was oblivious, her attention was caught by some young guys in the street.As I fumbled with the collar and lead I kept talking to Chloe about keeping the puppy away from other dogs etc. I kept glancing up at her from my one knee on the ground position, her gaze was. "And, who knows? She'll still be in The Program tomorrow. Might increase attendance."Damn it. I was being used as a sacrificial lamb. Mike was furious, I could see, but fuck it. If that's what the skipper thought he was doing, he was in for a rude awakening-I didn't care how good this team was.Then he started talking about hitting. After talking about some of the guys in the order, he got to me. "Woodard, was that hitting display of yesterday a fluke?" he said with an ill-concealed laugh."No,".