“Are you really going to place yourself on restriction for six weeks or just get freaky on webcam?” he asked.I could have said no that I was going...to be a webcam model and this was just acting for money. That had been my plan anyway. I wanted to see what it was like and earn some money that way. “What do you feel is best, Sir?” I asked.“Oh Jesus Christ,” Stefan said with an annoyed expression like a weak-chinned Jack Benny complaining about the price of tea in China.“This isn’t about Jesus. ...fuck like animals and stuff." Lucas' chiseled face stretched into a laugh. "Sounds, um interesting". He let out a muffled snicker. Christina reached behind her and grabbed a pillow from her bed and flung it in Lucas' direction, knocking her laptop off of her crossed knees. "Shut up asshole, writing erotica is hard!" She playfully sneered. "I think I just need some decent inspiration or something, maybe I should go a walk or watch a dirty movie or something." Christina began shuffling off the. ” Til stood up and smiled down at me. “I thought you'd never ask, pretty lady,” he laughed as he stripped his shirt off and teasingly began to lower his zip. This was it, I was about to see for real the cock I'd masturbated so many times to looking at his pictures. Would it match up to the pictures? Would that gorgeous knob be as big and shiny as it looked? Would his shaft be as thick as I'd imagined? I soon found out as he let his jeans slide down his hips and pushed his boxers down. Yes,. " Thank you, young lady," he answered and sat down. He rested his caneagainst the wall. He tried to bear the pain in his hip with equanimity,especially after seeing the ravages his wife had to bear.He walked back to his cabin. One of the reasons he and Marjorie chosethis nursing home was the private quarters you could enjoy as long as youremained able-bodied. For a time they'd lived in the home together, butwhen her Alzheimer's got worse she had to move into the hospital fulltime. Though he saw.