I look down at the picture of that spread out girl again. Wishing it was her that I masturbating for. I’d love for a female, any female, to watch me...come. I want to know what perverse effect it has on her. My own wife thinks it’s “disgusting” and something only perverts do. Married men don’t do that kind of stuff (or so she thinks). So in my mind, the girl in the picture is watching me, begging me to come for her. Unconsciously I begin stroking myself faster. Up and down my shaft with only two. Everyone knew who was up next and it wasn't Darla; Evelyn's pussy was in the pot before the draw.Art won with three queens, ace-high. Mike dug around a bit under the table and nodded at the side pot; Art picked it up and offered it to Evelyn and she took it, getting up off Joe's lap. There was a quiet click and I looked over to see Mike with a digital camera up to his face. I don't think Evelyn noticed; she was too focused on Art and what she was about to do.As before, this put a stop to. I believe you can make me whole.See my tongue, I can hardly talk.”She took a soft shuddering gasp of air and continued. Her voice got a little stronger, but it quivered with an underlying pain.“See my skin, I’m a mass of blood.See my legs, I can hardly stand.I believe you can make me well.See my purse, I’m a poor, poor man.”She started slapping her hand on the pew in front of her, steadily driving the hard beat from the rock opera.“Will you touch, will you mend me CHRIST?Won’t you touch, will. Eoin was not in the spacious, book-lined room when I arrived on the maid's heels. She knocked on the heavy wood door but I think that was more in the nature of a habit or formality because I was pretty sure the door was sound-proofed. There was a discreet camera above the door and a click sounded. The maid smiled reassuringly at me and nodded towards the door. I gazed up at her steadily for a long moment before nodding my thanks in reply and opened the door.Inside, Ambrose sat in a.