I was now in control of my sexuality. When my cuckold did become aroused, I would put him off till he gave up and would then masturbate. After all, th...t's what cuckolds do. They masturbate."Some nights I would wake to the squishy, rhythmic sound of my cuckold masturbating. I would lie there in the darkness, pretending to sleep until I felt the mattress gently shake and then I knew that he was ejaculating into his hand. I'd smile as I drifted back into sleep, grateful that he didn't disturb me.. The Indian contingent with the exception of the original trio of braves with me from the very beginning of our western expedition headed out with typical spread-out fashion to the northern border and I knew they would not stop until they felt a bit safer under the thumb of the mostly unbiased red-coated Mounties. In fact, most of those Mounties had Indian wives, or, females they called their wife because all it took in those days was the inclination and not the ceremony.I wished them all well. Occasionally, he would even put out for me and eject a thin stream of jizz, but it needed the stimulant of my past life to get him going these days. As it had become a habit of mine, I had been reviewing some of the old footage of films we had made. Robbie was long gone now; the abuse of narcotics and booze had caught up with him. But, we made some films all right!The one that had just run out on the videotape was by far the best that we had done. Seeing Buffy locked with her dog, seeing her. "Oliver narrowed his eyes in anger. "Really? Then why did you tell me to burn the picture of my girlfriend?" Will you let me finish? As I said, you need to think about the future. Not the past. And your little girlfriend? Well, brother, she sure as hell is a relic of the past. When you look at her picture, you're not thinking about the joy you'll receive when you reconnect with her. You're thinking about the past, about mistakes you made, about how you want to turn back time. Because the harsh.