Once it seemed that they were getting ready, I made sure that I was ready, too. There was fifteen minutes left when they had everything packed in the ...ar, ready to drive to the bridge. The guys were congratulating themselves. I took off my goggles and used the phone to send the message while pulling away from the hilltop. For a few seconds I thought that my plan had failed - that maybe there was no service available in the ravine, which was half a mile away from the base station.Then the echo. Dave was ten years older than me. I knew this quite accurately, because it happened that our birthdays matched. It's tough to have a party on the radio, but we tried as hard as we could to catch up with each other on the day.I guess that's all we had in common though. Margaret had trapped Dave years back, and he'd gone along with the plan, and married her. They already had a little girl the first time Dave talked to me. Well, maybe a big girl, I guess. I'd spoken to her on the radio a couple of. Well, it was so good that it didn't take her long before I was cumming and she was giggling and hooting in delight at making me spurt up into the air like that. I was sure she'd done this before.This soon became our routine nearly every afternoon after school. And, then, about ten months later, she and her family moved away.I still remember the last time we were alone together, she masturbated me three times, I was even kind of sore after but didn't care at all.Then my life went back to sex. Biting my lip I point to a fine one hanging on the wall just before me. ‘Excellent choice Madame. Imported you know.’ He remarks with a sly smile as he hands it to me. My hands seem to tremble as I grasp it. ‘Virgin leather in a the hand of a whore.’ What an irony my mind comes up with as I run my fingers up and down the firm shaft as if it were my Master’s cock. I hold the flat leather tip against my nostrils and inhale. Like a connoisseur of fine wine, the intoxicating scent of new leather.