As I poured myself another drink I found myself thinking back to my own childhood and that wondrous day when I was sixteen and my mother had caught me...wanking in my room, she had calmly told me not to waste my erection, stripped, climbed onto the bed and given me the first of many lessons in the joys of sex. I could still remember her words as we cuddled afterwards on that first of many occasions ‘People make rules, but those rules don’t always make sense. As far as I’m concerned what we have. Not now. Save it for next week," she said.We both stood up. My cock had worked its way to the left where it could expand more freely. In my tight bike pants, it was plain to see as it pointed toward my left hip. She stepped toward me and with her right hand; she stroked me gently with her palm thru the slick, tight material."Mmmm," she said and looked up at me with a smile. "Now you get out of here, before we do something stupid." And with that, she gave me a good grab and a little shake.I took. He could not even touch me, unless he received a direct order, without risking the most terrible kind of punishment. To express his desire for me as he would have wished, and as a man should, would have certainly meant castration and, most probably, death from the other hideous cruelties which would follow.Equally I had to gaze constantly upon his proud, young manhood and feel my own frustrations. Worse, I had to submit to punishment by my Mistress or one of her overseers in his presence, and,. As they drove to the cabin and Samantha napped, Jack recalled how he came to acquire his new Ruger toys. Billy ‘The Kid’ Westbrook had given the three Rugers to Jack as a token of his gratitude. Jack would not accept money from Billy but he did take the guns only because ‘The Kid’ would not take no for an answer. Billy was a gun dealer who lived just north of Bonner’s Ferry, Idaho, not far from the Canadian border. A close friend of Jack’s from the war days and a paraplegic who had lost both.