The idea was to build, not climax, and I knew Ericaregularly went through this ritual so that when the time did come tobed her client she was ready to...do her whorish best. I hissed as I slipthe barest portion of the tip past the inner lips of my vagina. Ilonged to push it in deep but I did not. Finally, as I again approachedclimax I stopped my masturbation.As I rose from the bed I surveyed myself once more in the mirror. Iglistened with a thin sheen of perspiration, but more than that, Iglowed. I have tried to tell the story with the innocence of wording and expression that I had at the timeChapter One - Uncle Reg makes a friend.In England back then immediately after the war it was safe for youngsters to be out late. Looking back I never remember hearing that children had been abducted, or raped or murdered as they are today. I was never warned, as parents must warn today, that there were evil men who would harm us, and that we must be suspicious of anyone we didn't know, that we must. Yes he’d masturbated when he was sexually aroused, but he’d never in his wildest dreams (nightmares?) had a sexual thought about Aunt Rose and his mind was by now a total quagmire. Part of him was so sexually aroused he wanted to relieve himself as best he could, but part of him was repulsed by the thought of using the thoughts of Aunt Rose as a means of sexual gratification. His mind tried to bring up other visions and memories, without success, so he finally left it, showered, and donned his. Max grinned. 'I think we would all like to see the effectsof our little toys wouldn't we boys?' Five heads nodded enthusiasticallyalthough Michael was again trying to imagine what it would be like forpoor Debbie. 'I am going to give you a level one shock for 3 secondsSweetheart, just to give you a taster of what is to come.' Max told thegirl, whose eyes were fixed on Max's hands hovering over the machine. Heturned a dial and flicked a switch sending a small charge down the wiresto the TV's.