.Wrestling with my moral dilemma I continued to stare at the massive piece of meat before my eyes. It looked harmless enough. It wasn’t that big, a ...ittle over 7-inches, but thanks to its thickness it looked huge. It was very veiny, and dark- colored. And he had the juiciest, roundest head. His balls were thick, and hung well below the base of his cock. My curiosity got the best of me. Never seeing one before much less touching it, I began to wonder about what a cock would feel like. Nobody. That was it for me. I started masturbating to this tape daily.Imagining her on MY bed in these clothes, and playing with herself for me. Myimagination then boomed with lustfilled images of making love to her, her moansof pleasure not because of her fingers, but because of MY fingers, tongue, andcock inside of her. I couldn't believe myself thinking these things, and madesure they always stayed hidden, and that I didn't go too out of control withit.Well, that all changed in the summer of the. .. enjoy it. Go on, free yourself."There is no way that she can hear what I am saying. However, maybe she reaches the same conclusion in her mind, or just can't resist it anymore; she lets it go."Ahh, fuck! I am coming!" She yells and opens her eyes. Our eyes meet again, and form an unbreakable bond. She looks in my eyes without blinking. She shakes and groans, but doesn't move her face away. She challenges me with her new sexual freedom."There is no need. I already accepted that. You are a. No garments. No racks of frilly things. Nothing to indicate what is supposed to be sold here, other than ‘Agente Voyeur’, which is tastefully displayed in gold leaf above and behind the receptionist. The two friends look at each other, shrug, and walk up to the desk. She produces the business card. ‘Ah. We are expecting you. Please have a seat, Lucielle will be out to gather you shortly,’ Denise (at least that’s what her name tag reads) says with a smile. Four or five minutes later, a woman.