What if the leader asked if they knew how to masturbate? How often they did it? What if he told them if it was wrong?If the rest of the guys were like... Paul, they’d been jacking long ropes of hot semen out of their hard cocks a few times a day for several years now--Paul had been barely thirteen when he’d discovered the pleasures of squirting his love juice, and it was recognized as an instant and primal need.Wait. Had Cal just said that BOTH the guys and the girls should go to the SAME sitting. “Yeah, sure, who hasn’t thought about being a model?”“You look good. I need a foreigner for a photoshoot. If you’re interested, I’ll leave my card at the front desk.”The man turned around and headed off in a hurry before Nik could have a chance to say yes or no. He was the only foreigner in the gym, out-lifting all but a handful of patrons. Surprisingly, no one batted an eye lash at him there. The model scout was the only aberration the entire month he had been working out in the facility.Fresh. .. But many other times, more times than she'd ever admit, she found herself fantasizing about her stepson and what she *could* do with him -- as long as nobody found out nobody could get hurt, right? She masturbated often while thinking about him, while he was right down the hall... Brett was certainly growing into a strong young man, with rippled muscles now from being on the school wrestling team. He was shy and awkward but also smart and athletic. So often her mind flashed back to those. Slowly he walked around her, pausing sometimes, admiring her from different angles. He didn't touch her, yet. This just made her more crazy.She wanted him. Badly. She was almost dripping, in her need. Never before she felt this turned on.How did she end up on the hardwood floor in this small basement room? Dimly light, warm, about three by five meters and clearly meant for the use of a slave.For years she knew her submissive side. Stories, porn, chats, forums even a few personals made her way.