“By the way, I’m Max. Didn’t quite get to exchange names earlier,” he whispered, looking down at me softly. His hand was moving in soothing pa...terns on the same leg as the garter, and something in my chest stuttered a little. He felt so...familiar. I swallowed, my tits rising to brush against Max’s chest and watched as his eyes grew dark with desire again. Suddenly his hand wasn’t moving softly anymore, but with a purpose. He slipped his finger between my legs, a knuckle grazing my still soaked. She could see the submission in my face, the tears welling in the corners of my eyes and knew that she had me.“Sit down on that chair”I sat where she indicated wearing only her knickers and the cage that was resisting my little cocklet’s attempts to stiffen and grow.“Stay still and do as I say, I need the practice” she said.She busied herself around me grabbing items and brushes, talking and muttering to herself about skin tones and other things that I didn’t understand.I sat before the mirror. By the end of the week I must have pleasured myself nearly twenty times and as I got to know my own body better I was able to stop in time to prevent myself from coming too quickly. On the Thursday night I was determined to try and see how long I could last, I stripped naked and with the bed sheets held above me by my knees I slowly and gently masturbated, stopping when I became too excited. I kept this up for over an hour until my balls ached and the smell from the pre-cum which has dribbled. Clutching them in her outstretched hand, her piercing bright blue eyes peered around the camp anxiously. I quickly rolled over in my sleeping bag and shut my eyes. She had no idea I was awake. Satisfied that no one would see her, she began to pad down the trail that led to the river. I was intrigued. I waited a few minutes then got up. Grabbing the water-skin and pump, I followed her path to the river, then paused in the trees a few yards from the bank. I saw a familiar white T-Shirt and short.