" I softly answer. Hearing my words, your eyes flash, but you have learned to hold your tongue, already. Yes, you are a promising ingénue. "So t...ll me, have you pleasured yourself lately?" I continue to command of you. "But... Sir!" You pause. "You wish to know if I have…” you pause again, “ masturbated?" I nod. You look at me, begging me to release you from this task... but my eyes remain fixed on you... waiting. "Yes, Sir.", you begin, "This morning when I received the package, the. I wasn't surprised. This was a conservative community and although there were plenty of artists living in the immediate vicinity, their work all seemed to fall into conventional categories of landscapes, impressionist, or still life.I did buy a print I liked. It was an impressionistic view of a small fishboat, lying on its side at low tide. It came framed and I was trying to decide where I would hang it. Astrid thought it was interesting and different. I was pleased with her approval. I wanted. And I wanted to experienceit again.But, at the same time, there was still that ever-persistent conflict, mymale mind against my female body. I was still in control; but how could Ifight the feelings Jessica had given me last night? I never knew howpowerful even non-intercourse sexual acts could be for a woman, and shehad taken me along as if I were a puppet on strings.But that wouldn't be every night; for the most part, I still had my timeto myself, and my own thoughts. I used that to comfort. I glanced over and saw Scott was in exactly the same predicament, The erect bulge pushing away from his jockey shorts. I couldn't help but notice that Scott was packing quite a punch down below as the bulbous head of his penis outlined against the material, as it tried to break free. The two of us were now completely naked bar our shorts, sat upright with our hands tied behind our backs. What a ridiculous sight I mused, unaware of what was to follow. "I'm glad you boys are enjoying the show".