‘I don’t know what it is but Italian men seem to like girls with an oriental background and he was really pushy. I didn’t know what to do. Then ...yesterday the manager said that last night he had a friend staying at the hotel who was a bit lonely, could I go and keep him company. Oh, I was naïve, I said what did he mean. Sleep with him, please him, he said. No I can’t do that, I said. But then he pointed out that the petty cash in the office was short €2,500 and he would have to call the police.. I whisper that perhaps our hosts deserve some appreciation first. Releasing you, you look along the boat. Men, extremely fit and muscular young men, are peeling back their wetsuits to reveal cocks in various stages of erection. As you watch they sit along the side of the boat, gazing at you with a lust I’ve seen so often before in men’s eyes when they see you. The tension, it’s back. I nudge you forward and push you to your knees. I place a collar and leash around your neck and tell you to. .. had assumed that his Molly, beautiful professional Molly ... was a prostitute!Of course, at a glance, it was easy to see how one could make that mistake. Her clothes, the way she was staring hungrily at the man's pants, and peeking out of the top of her shorts - was that a tattoo?Even though the man's conclusion wasn't a massive leap of logic, John was damned if he was just going to stand by and let someone insult his girlfriend's honour like that. He stepped forward, but before he could. As these thoughts came to me, I felt a bit more confident about our next session, and about showing her my body. I think I was becoming aware of the power of my own sexuality.I looked over at the clock on the wall and realized I had spent a while going through my thoughts. I went down to help mom get the dinner ready. She was dressed properly again and doing her chores. Nothing more was said for a while about our session earlier. Mom asked me how my day at college had been, and I asked after.