She was his occasional girlfriend, but he hadn't gone outwith her in a month. And he certainly wasn't in anycondition to start dating her again. But h... took the phonefrom his mother anyway."Hello, Melissa," he said."Hello," Melissa said, "can I speak to Patrick?" This is Patrick." Is this Debbie? Would you go get your brother Patrick?" I'm not Debbie, I'm Patrick." You don't sound like Patrick; your voice is too high." Sorry about that," Patrick said, "but I've been takingrejuvenation. Pretty soon both of us were stiff and thick, fisting our shafts as we stared at the nasty action on the TV screen."Man, I haven't jerked off next to another guy since I was in the service, in boot camp," he confessed."What other nasty things did you do in boot camp?" I purred as he gave me a long, deep look, but said nothing.After a few minutes more of this I just couldn't hold back anymore. "Hey, how about we switch," I said. "I reach over and take hold of yours, and you take hold of. Of course he used the internet for wank relief, lying like mad and depicting himself as years younger than he actually was. And of course in the safety of cyberland, he couldbecome a slave to the extent that he had never been able to achieve inlife. Whips don't hurt on the internet! Nor do brandings, piercings,nipple torture and all the other painful activities that were so muchpart of his fantasy life but so glaringly empty from his life experience.Then he met Tom online. Well he was different. Half an hour later, a light knock woke her. “Who is it?”“It’s Sarah, the maid.”“Come in,” Jen said as she remembered where she was.A smiling face appeared when the door opened, and Jen saw an 18-year-old girl who looked as if she’d freshly arrived from Norway. Blond tresses down the maid’s back, clear skin and bright blue eyes launched mutual smiles.“I’m Jen. Pleased to meet you.”“You, as well.”The Manskers had no use for a stereotypical French maid’s uniform, so Sarah was wearing simple black.