The room was dark. There were tables and chairs and a coke machine in the corner but the most striking thing was a large screen at the back of the roo... showing slightly grainy footage of two black men "spit roasting" a pretty young blonde."Every room in the club has CCTV," Helen explained, "You can flip between the rooms with the remote and watch your own wife while you masturbate. If there are other boys here you may need to make do with watching their wives but it's a good bonding experience. Things almost came to a head in one particularly brutal session about six weeks after they'd started. Stacy was in fine form, tearing holes in the work Betty had done, picking out small problems and faults, even where Betty could have sworn there were none. Betty had been having some arguments with her dad recently and was in no mood for this. Her temper was beginning to fray, her voice getting louder, her answers getting sharper.After about an hour, Stacy leaned back into her chair, put her. At this point I wasn't a guy named John, but a girl named Jan, and the new feelings started to fill my mind with images of the two of us having sex.HEY WHOA THERE! This was too fast -- too soon -- to be thinking those sorts of thoughts! I mean, I'd barely been in this body four hours and already I was thinking of sex! I broke away from Sam and told him, "We should be getting in now." He reluctantly he let me go and took my hand again as we entered the house. The rest of the evening was. At the touch of his hand, I settled back onto the bench, turned to him andwaited expectantly. "The first thing you have to do is NOT jump up and hitthe ground running in forty different directions at once. Getting excitedis not going to help here. Why don't I take you home with me; you would beperfectly safe. Then we can see about dealing with some of those practicalissues. I can arrange for you to meet with a lawyer friend of mine and atleast get you some I.D. and such. Does that sound okay to.