Masturbation is about control, buttons change frequencies of pleasurable vibrations, my hand and wrist, the force and power of the thrust and my mind,...reflects the imagery of the act in progress and with whom I am interacting, people forbidden by nature and man made laws, nothing in my head is forbidden, even my husband has spontaneously masturbated watching me lie writhing with my imagined sexual experiences, in much the same way my repressive daddy watched me at my bedroom door as a teenage. While the parking lot was lighted, the road home was not. It was nearly a mile to walk to her home in the trailer park, and she walked along the gravel shoulder of the road. A big tanker truck roared past her, nearly blinding her with its headlights. Then some lights approached from behind her. They slowed. A plain white van stopped beside her, and two big men, wearing Richard Nixon masks, jumped out. Mary tried to run, but it was no contest against two guys, each a foot taller and. We had Bob get in the middle of the bed with Tammy on one side and me on the other. Tammy wanted to start at the top so she moved up to kiss Bob, she loves to find a great kisser. I started on his nipples moving from one side to the other till Tammy pulled my head up to her and Bobs she pulled away from Bobs mouth a little and moved to lick my lips moving between us as she did till at last she pulled my mouth over Bobs. She started to suck on my nipples and play with Bobs at the same time with. I have heard stories of her beauty," the rich guysaid.In my awkwardness, I felt some jealousy or perhaps protectiveness. Ididn't know what I was feeling at the time. I knew now why Mary kepther mouth shut all this time. Her voice was exactly the same as thatof a boy. I knew that if I had such a voice, I would keep my mouthshut too. However, no one there seemed to recognize her as the host.I saw another side of Mary I had never seen before. She was social andoutgoing while I remained.