I had dreams where I wassuccessful but never was as far as I can recollect. At age 39 whilespending the night in my Ford Econoline bubble top van I go... the urge totry again. I was in the top bunk where the roof sloped down in thefront. Twisting around and getting my legs over my head I startedcontrolling my breathing and relaxing my muscles. As I moved my bodyback and forth I was dragging my dick on my forehead but was unable toget it in my mouth. Eventually I could lick the precum off the head. “How does it feel Kay?” I ask. Kay looks at me her nipples straining against the paper clips get even harder. She tries in vain to press into the chair but can’t. “Ummm I..I can’t get loose. It..it’s like….like I don’t have control anymore.” Kay said. “Good” I say. “Are you comfortable? Not in pain?” I ask. “Mmmmm” She sighs. “N..n..no no pain” I turn to Susan and order her: “Take off Kay’s pants.” “Master?” Susan says. “Now. Do it” I say. Kay starts to stand up. “Sit” I said sharply.. It must have taken me a moment or two to recover, but finally introduced myself. I told him we lived upstairs and that I had come down to say hello. Then I asked if his wife was home. I was barely able to maintain eye contact, glancing down at his small waist. I could not help but imagine him on top of me. I am sure he knew what I was thinking. He smiled broadly and told me that his wife was the one in the Army, already gone to work, and that he had not gotten a job yet. While he talked, I saw. He made friends easily because everyone wanted him to like them, and there were always more girls interested in him than he could count.One reason for that was that on top of everything else, he was blessed with incredibly enviable, sizzling hot good looks. Truly. He had a lean and toned physique, an extremely handsome face (some would call it beautiful), medium blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and could put most Abercrombie & Fitch models to shame. His mother knew he had “the looks” and got him.