Stan tolerated no excuses, no failures and certainly no whiners. He gave Jack a tremendous amount of work and responsibility. His boss expected him to... finish what was assigned, and then ask for more. Saying ‘no’ or ‘I can’t’ was unacceptable. As it was, Jack had a tremendous fear of saying no. Saying no was like dying. The minute you stopped being useful, well you could pretty much imagine. He couldn’t even bring himself to ask for help. No matter how much was on his plate, if he was asked to. " I waited out their pleas and told them I was still feeling a little down, but maybe next time. I really doubted it.So while all the boys and one of the girls I didn't know too well went off to enjoy themselves, me, Allison, Marie and Tracy headed back into the warmth of the resort.We had all secured a table and hot drinks when I spotted a familiar face."DJ!" I hollered and watch him whip his head around."Hey, Trish!" He and two other boys that I didn't recognize come over to our table. "What. "Yeah you're still warm, but definitely not as hot as yesterday." Barbara had brought over some chicken and biscuits to feed her and Raul the night before. Since her Mother's death, Sammy had essentially taken over managing the household for her dad."So if you're feeling better, why are you bitchy?" asked Barbara with a grin."I missed Bobby's whole first day of school!" she exclaimed. "Who knows what kind of trouble he got into today? There are all sorts of assholes there he doesn't know that. I sat up and reached out to close my hands over her knees, caressing her skin with my thumbs.“Yes masturbation is its own kinky little world and reward.”Her laughter died away and we stared at each other.“Can you masturbate using...her body?”“Blindfolded....but...”“What is it?”“Can it really be called masturbation?”“What do you mean?”“You're thinking something like his cock between her breasts or feet right?”“Uh huh.”“It's hard to call it masturbation then...or even stimulation. At that point a.