I was still a virgin with no girlfriend or even one that would let me have sex with. These things only fueled my porn/masturbating drive. If I wasn't ...t school or work, I was masturbating. The more I masturbated, the more "creative" I got. At the time, I thought it was a great idea using a plastic golf tube, a rubber washer, electrical tape, and a condom. I put electrical tape over one end of the tube. Then I cut the back of the rubber washer to fit perfectly over the rounded end of the golf. Lana knew it too. She kept shaking it and bending at the waist for me to see her skirt ride up with no panties and bare pussy.I heard the door open and glanced to see who it was coming in. I looked back for Lana but she was gone.“Oh shit!” I muttered. Now I’m screwed. I lost Lana, my neighbor in a sex shop and I can’t really leave without her. I knew there were private rooms but I wasn’t about to knock on any of them. I walked past the first two doors and paused at the third door. “Bret,. " Huh, forced?" asked Joe, the only guy in the band withlonger hair than me."Well, this camp used to be only a cheerleader and girl'scamp, but taxes and other expenses forced her to take onmore groups for the summer." Why would she hate more income?" I asked."Well, she is a classic man hater. Her husband left herwhen she got pregnant and she started hating all men, sodon't get on her bad side, even you John and Grinder."John and I grinned big; we were the band trouble makers, wealways took. "Natalie," she said."How can I help you Natalie?" I'm ... I'm not sure if you can." I bet I can. What do you need?" Could we talk somewhere more private?"I motioned toward Personal Services. It wasn't private but it was more private than the main area."So how can I help you?" I asked when we stood before the bed.Natalie broke down in tears.I took her in my arms. With many girls, the best way to start was with a comforting hug to let her know everything was okay. Each girl was different, but it.