I couldn't argue the logic. I was wrestling with my own inner demons as I realize slowly that while I did want to move back to Reedville when I gradua...ed, I didn't want to work for the fishery. The problem was that I didn't know what I wanted to do. Something around water would be nice, but there aren't a lot of jobs for a full-time swimmer.So, I admit, I was more distracted and probably more short tempered than usual.Our living arrangements had settled in nicely. Yvette and I shared a room on. As the days, and nights, passed, it began to happen more and more frequently and it soon got to the stage where I could hardly look at the two of them together without getting a hard-on. Many's the night I jerked myself to sleep and awoke to a sticky mess on my belly.Up until then Michael and my wife had been fairly discreet; their sex sessions had been mainly confined to times when I wasn't around or when I was in bed, but, slowly, that began to change. More and more often I was returning from. . And Tanner is constantly finding reasons to punish me--theerection problem is one big reason, as sometimes just seeing Master Tanner getsmy penis hard! I always thought I was a tough guy--fully heterosexual. Iwas on the hockey team in college, and did a tour in the Marines as a captainbefore taking over Dad's business. I certainly had my share of women... But my fantasies of submitting to a woman wouldn't go away,and after I convinced Daphne to "play" them out with me...theseseemingly. "That's it, s*s. You like the feel of a man, don't you. I bet it's much better than that damned piece of latex and a vibrator." Absolutely," I breathed. "Especially when it's you. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this?" Five years, one hundred twenty-nine days?" I answered."And eighteen hours, twenty four minutes, and --" he glanced at the clock on the night stand," -- thirty-two seconds. Probably before that, but I pretty sure it's i*****l to admit it."I would have laughed at.