Just like every time it happened.How many times had it been now? Three? Four? It was hard to remember.Each time had been the same, more or less. He fe...t drawn towards thetown. Even if he hadn't been, going there was the rational thing to do.Anyone in this bizarre situation would immediately seek out help.And yet, there was more than just the pull. There was also a great senseof foreboding. A feeling rooted deep within him that he didn't want togo there. His mind and his gut went to war each. But I hate to have you loose your cock and replace it with a pussy without giving you one last blast” Raising my head, “Please don’t do this to me, I have money, lots of money, I’ll pay you to let me go. Please” She began to stroke my cock, smiling, “Actually you don’t have any money. The documents you signed turned over who personal wealth to the three women, and you confessed to buying women for sex, if I released you, you’d be in jail” I wanted to say more, but she increased the stroking -. But I was so constrained by time nothing much changed except that I boldly shagged in her name and even told her once in a while that I did so. So when her mother announced that she will go to her village for a visit, I was overjoyed greatly and even offered to drop her in the bus station. Aunt looked worried about my extra initiatives and passed a comment, “I’m confused why you should be so happy”, I replied sheepishly, “For I will get more time along with you”.The next day, I got up excitedly. By early August I was really getting bothered. It was hot as blazzing balls and no amount of jerking could compensate for the balls and shaft's urgent need for pussy/ass. That day, I walked into the studio about ten minutes early and heard Sammy, the guy on before me, talking to the girl (honestly, I can't remember her name). He had her on the studio speaker phone and was interacting with her just enough to keep her going, but he was only doing it because he was bored and was amused by the act.