A blue Ford Falcon passed me then slowed down and pulled over about three hundred metres ahead of me. I thought it was strange that the car didn’t p...ll up earlier, but presumed they were offering a ride so I hurried down the shoulder towards it.When I got alongside, I saw a man in his forties or fifties hunched over a large map spread out on the steering wheel. He didn’t look up so I tapped on the window.He wound the window down and asked what he could do for me. I said I was sorry but I. I was in a full sexual dither and wouldn't be able tohold on for very long. Jason kissed me sweetly,stopping only to say, "I love you" in a very nice way.Maybe I had misjudged him.Pretty soon, my balls boiled and I did a very badthing. I squealed as I shot my sticky cream all overJason's manly hand. Was it true? Was I really a littlesissy faggot?Jason seemed to be avoiding bigger questions likethat. He was watching with delight as my three-inchtickler pumped a quart of creamy juices into the. Most of all, you know you have betrayed us. When you betrayus, you betray yourself. That is why you are afraid."Stop telling lies. Stop trying to think of smart ways to 'beat' us.Stop trying to avoid punishments. If you get punishments, it is becauseyou need them. They are to help you. Do not reject our help. Do notfear our help."All you have to do is what you are told. As soon as you start thinkinghow to do what you are supposed to and stop thinking about how to avoidbeing punished for. Now we were fucking every night and having the best sex ever. Chrissy would dress up in her sexiest clothes while I was at work and be waiting for me when I came home. We would have a romantic dinner and then screw like honeymooners.We tied each other up, took turns at being dominant and submissive and acted out all manner of fantasies.In one of my favourite scenes, Chrissy would pretend to be my auntie who had discovered me as a fifteen year old nephew, masturbating over a pair of her panties.