."He's tried everything: sensitive heart-to-heart talks about the birds and the bees, screaming at them, grounding them, taking away the TV and the in...ernet. The more they push, the worse it seems to get. When they sought professional help from specialists trained to treat compulsive masturbation: None of the kids lasted more than a few weeks: Each time, the therapist said something to the effect of, "We can't help them stop until they're ready to try." Lately, they don't even stop when he or. We had a close encounter of the sixth kind, and don’t want a repeat!”Stronger now, he replied. “Gotcha. Any friendly casualties?”“No, but three tangos are out of service. One friendly out of service, but we had not met him prior to his encounter with the tangos. I have a new traveling companion. Echo Lima is chaperoning our new friend.”“Fine business. What can I do for you?”“Can you reach our next overnight stop on HF?”“Dunno, haven’t tried.”“Well, if you could give them a shout, Echo Lima. I am basically at his beckon call for sex 24/7. He is very well off and I live comfortably. He would only let me leave the house wearing a full leather catsuit that he would lock to keep me from "straying" and I felt awkward out in public wearing this outfit so I hardly left the house anymore. I got in the habit of sneaking out by pulling on some running pants and a baggy hoodie but he caught me a few times and was rather upset. He said if I wanted to enjoy my lifestyle I needed to obey or he'd. ” Debbie hung her head, “Very well Mrs. Davenport,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.With no real choice, Debbie reached beneath her skirt and slowly slipped her navy-blue, regulation knickers down to mid-thigh before bending forward across the desk and gripping its far edge as instructed. In so doing, her short, grey pleated skirt rose up just enough to reveal the lower portion of her smooth, firm buttocks beneath its hem. As she lowered her head, Debbie’s long, auburn hair fell.