But before you start,we have to dispose of some business left over from this morning."She nodded to the escort sitting across from Michael. He in turn...touched theboy sitting beside him."Stand" was the sole word that escaped the escort's lips.The boy stood, his trembling betraying the fear which must have filled him.He had to have known, Michael thought, that refusing to dress as a girl wouldcost him."What is your name?" the Mistress asked."Jim" came the answer, the tone of defiance at odds with. I wanted to let her go at her own pace."Mom told me I could have sex with you if I wanted. That you would teach me things and make me feel good about it after, well, you know, what happened and all..." she started out.She looked over at me quickly, then back to the road ahead of us. Shyly I heard, "Do you want to teach me?" If that's what you want." I was on dangerous ground here.She was quiet for a long time. I didn't interrupt her."I, uh, oh Gosh this is embarrassing! Um, yeah, Larry," she. Lying there, both their emotions spent, sleep came to her first.Her legs were entwined with his and he cupped a lit with one hand. He felt serene and comfortable and secure, and momentarily put all thoughts of tomorrow out of his mind. When he drifted off to sleep, the light was still on.And that was the very way it was the first night Nathan Warner, the Mon Cherie piano player, spent with Mrs. Paulette Du Bois, the widow of the founder of . that post World War II business phenomenon, Ranchland. We came in and started to mingle, all these young boys were ready to fuck something and Vicki and I thought that it might as well be us. we asked the boys to play some strip pool, girls verse boys. We went at it and of course within a couple of games the girls were all naked and the boys only had under pants on. I had two boys on me, playing with my pussy and boobs like they had never seen anything like this. Then it dawned on me, they are virgins. I had to ask and they said that they were..