The setting is the ancient but tiny City of Ripon in North Yorkshire, a City only by virtue of its cathedral church, it is a warm June day and just ar...und four in the afternoon and I am seated in the old Gents lavatory serving the car parks for the town square and what passes for the bus station.. I am idly resting back on the old fashioned flush down pipe, my shorts around my feet and wanking to the various drawings, descriptions of encounters and invitations for similar when I heard someone. Wait until about 2:00 and open the envelope marked second. I love you and I’m really looking forward to tonight. S-“ I’m not going to lie, I immediately went and rubbed one out and the mere thought of what was in store for me later that day. 2:00 wouldn’t come fast enough. I tried watching TV, working out, taking a walk, and even doing a little work. It seemed like every time I looked at the clock, only a couple minutes had passed. I wanted to jack off so bad, but I vowed to myself not to and. Which is not to say they didn't make love, or do things together. In fact, they found to their surprise that their intimacy was deepened and intensified as they shared their love with each other, and their interests overlapped as they visited churches where outreach activities had been accommodated sensitively in new buildings or extensions to old buildings.Both couples returned to Essex. Emma and Dennis to his little house, though they'd agreed that they'd be looking for something a little. "Everything. I liked Joy. The way she was, though. I liked her as a slave. I know.. It's wrong. But... Fuck. I don't know. I guess I like the way his dad lives. Everyone is happy, and no one has any worries. It's so peaceful and stuff." "Joey?" I said. "Yeah?" "So, would you like to be a slave?" "No, I'm not saying that..." "Why? Are you saying other people are better off as slaves, but in your case it's different?" "Uhm, well... No, I guess not." "Then what?" "Okay, maybe I don't want to be a.