He lived alone in Texas, and my mom thought it would be good for us both if I spent the summer with him. I flew into Dallas-Fort Worth, and he met me...at the airport. God, it was hot there. When we got to his ranch, I was shocked to see that there was no one around for miles. We were truly alone. Uncle Clyde showed me to his guest room, and helped me with my luggage. He still had one good arm, but the other one was in a sling. After he left, I changed into clothes that were more. Your daughters friend. How could you? Overcome with acomplex tangle of emotions, I did the washing, replacing her hand pressedlaundry in her chest of drawers. Keeping aside just one pair of silkenpanties, I went to my bedroom, and wearing them over my head, the heavilyscented gusset pressed against my face, I masturbated.Oh God, oh God. What am I doing? I cleared up the mess, deeply ashamed ofmyself. Tucking the panties under my pillow, I showered, tried to pullmyself together and awaited. I discovered that Thomas hadn't shown up in my absence, and the other group members had assumed it was to leave an even number again. By all accounts, the other four still had a lot of fun together.But when he still didn't turn up the week I returned, we wondered what was wrong. When he eventually answered our phone calls, he finally told us.Ever since our masturbation sessions in the school changing rooms, he'd had difficulty orgasming. While the other boys – and most of the girls – only took. Others were reluctant to admit the reason for their presence openly. At times they would wonder aloud whatever had made them agree to undergo this training and they often expressed doubts that they really wanted to submit to their boyfriends or husbands so completely and unconditionally.The Marquis had quickly recovered his authority after the humiliation he suffered at the hands of my Mistress. He rarely wore the abbot's habit; most of the time he appeared in civilian clothes. But he continued.