“Wish those boys would hurry up and bring the lube,” The voice muttered. Another hand dropped between his legs and fondled his cock again, strokin... it quickly. “Oh, that’s it, princess,” The hoarse voice coaxed. “Get nice and hard for Daddy-O.” A rough laugh. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” Tim felt tears dampen his blindfold. Yes, he was. His cock was responding to his captor’s touches. He was aroused and begging for more, even though his mind screamed at him that it was wrong, he wanted. Once the transition period was over both of them would become permanent residents. When the kids came over they would help out around the cabin, something they both were looking forward to. As Sister Mary said, "Once a fire horse, always a fire horse."I was getting ready to go fishing when Sister Teresa passed by, "Going fishing Jim?" Yes Sister, do you and Sister Mary want to come?" Sister Mary's going into town with Agnes but I would like to go out with you if you don't mind me tagging on.". Judging by the fact that her nipples had hardened under her T-shirt, I decided that she was becoming mildly interested."So who gets the bigger buzz, I wonder? The couple who are fucking, or the wanking watchers?" She gave a lascivious grin."I've really no idea. Why don't we give it a try?"The directness of my suggestion threw her, although I saw that she now had one hand planted firmly in her lap. "What would be our role: watchers or watched?" She emptied the contents of the glass."Either. If. They experimented in order to learn what they liked together. He also continued looking for opportunities to find and jack off with nylon hosiery belonging to other women.They had a couple of friends named John and Loni. John was a scruffy, hippy looking fellow with reddish hair and a beard. Loni on the other hand was tall with never ending legs and long, flowing, straight brownish hair parted in the middle that cascaded onto her slender shoulders. Mel an Bill often questioned how John landed.