" Silence, woman," the young aristocrat ordered, and she could only comply. Though, she was still able to sip her wine, which she did, unruffled. Losi...g her ability to make speech had happened a few times now, and she kept her composure, knowing either the young man would remove the spell out of frustration and loneliness, or it would dissipate on its own.From across the room, there came the sound of a page turning. The third inhabitant of the house was in a large overstuffed chair, reading one. Obviously, the campsites weren’t in the city centres, but none of them was a million miles away either. We would spend two nights in each of our stops, giving us a day and a half to explore the area before getting on the next train. Thus we explored the towns of Rennes, Nantes and La Rochelle before arriving in Bordeaux. The first two of those were as you might expect of medium size cities, with no shortage of museums, cathedrals and the like. La Rochelle was very different, being coastal. It. I hurriedly left his bedroom and him cleaning himself up with some tissues. I was a little concerned that this cock he was dreaming of, was this friend of his, or indeed even his own cock, how perverse! Later he came to my room where I was busy doing college work, revising for university. Trevor explained that his friend had jumped at the chance to see me naked, but that he thought that he would be observing me secretly whilst I got off. Trevor had told his friend Paul, that he could jerk off. A few minutes were usually enough to find a mate based on mutual attraction, size of cock, a mustache, blue eyes, anything sexy. At the very end of the long row of lockers, there was an open space between the last locker and the wall. It was semi-private in that you couldn’t see it from the lockers but only if you went from the lockers to the showers. It was nicknamed “suck row”. If you didn’t want to take your partner back home for sex, you could usually find a spot in “suck row” before you.