That was not the case with my mom. She was hosting friends, men friends of course. One guy was particularly memorable. His name was Anthony. He spoke ...nglish with a wonderful Italian accent. Anthony was from Italy and had been in the United States for a little over a year. He thought nothing about walking around the house wearing only bikini briefs. He said things are different in Italy and that was obvious. The prominent bulge between his legs was a walking advertisement for his virility. My. Hell, even some of the posh guys and girls got along a lot better with the less wealthy campers. Turning the 'Us-against-Them' attitude entirely around. Binding the entire camp into one happy group of friends for life. And that happiness with each other got reflected in the number of filled rubbers that littered the place. Apparently, 'Camp Ridemhart' needed a name change into camp Fuck-em-harder.With the main paths fixed; the cross motors, race-bikes, motorboats, and horses got used a lot. And. "I looked at him, "and what do I do until then?"He turned towards the door, "sit in your room and stare at the wall."He stopped in the door, "or you could mentor one of the new students on a SERE course."He grinned, "something to keep them busy."I thought of the girl Emma and smiled, "maybe I will."After he left it was quiet as I went to shower and put a utility uniform on. I walked out and went looking and found Emma scrubbing a floor with a cadet sergeant leaning against the wall watching. Sir yanked at the leash, pulling Bendix to his knees. Sir stroked Bendix's pale face.“If you perform properly and are a quick learner of my pleasures, you may actually be rewarded with a good collar. Something with buckles and padlocks, hmmm? But for now...”It was a playtime collar – black leather with snap closures and a small D-ring in front, but...to Bendix, it was Sir's collar. He felt weak-kneed as Sir put the strap around his neck and clicked it shut. Sir sat back and then fed the.