After a month I was starting to feel a little crazy. "I'm not sure whether I can stand this, love." "Oh, is it really that bad? You've gone longer wit...out sex before, haven't you?" "Well yeah, but I could masturbate then." "Um. Think of it as a challenge. See whether you can master your desires. Do it for me, honey? Please?" I gulped. "I think I can manage a little longer, but jeez, this is starting to drive me crazy!" After three months, I was getting a little irritable. I was also constantly. I took advantage of the darkness to spread my legs and put my hands into my panties and rub my soaking lips, but there was not enough time to attain relief as the spotlight slowly brightened to show the stage empty of performers and replaced once more by the master of ceremonies. Now the leather-covered bench had been replaced by a tall wooden post surmounted by a steel ring. "I doubt any of you have seen such a thing before, and we thank you for your gracious applause. Next we have a scene. I knew he was in trouble as she loves to kiss in foreplay. She lifted her leg, put it around him and allowed his hand to feel her soft ass to which he noticed she wasn't wearing panties. He dropped down on his knees and began to lick her pussy, she then pulled him up and lead him through the bathroom to the bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his shorts off, he wasn't wearing underwear, guess he knew what was cuming. As she sucked his average 6" cock he pulled off his tee shirt. As they read the news and interview politicians and mass murderers and such. ‘I was gazing at an incredibly sexy young Asian reporter as she talked into her microphone, looking at the cameraman, when Katya asked me, ‘do you think she wants to fuck you? How many of them want to fuck you?’ ‘It was actually a pretty overwhelming question. I had no idea, really. Though I suspected a few did. But at that point, still in the morning, I was completely drained from the previous night’s activities. .