More recently, perhaps (most likely) because of the lack of alone time, I've been really, really horny. For instance, I'll pretend I have stomach issu...s and go to the bathroom three or more times in a day to jerk off. I usually look at pictures of girls or women, sometimes videos, but I prefer pictures, leaves more to the imagination. However, for the past couple weeks, I've been looking at a lot of pictures of men, women pegging men and shemales. I imagine myself being fucked by someone. " I do as I'm told and find you still between my legs, but now you're naked."How do you feel? My minds racing, but I quickly decide to continue with my play along mode, because strapped to this table is not how I want to spend the next 48 hours."I feel good. Really good, actually." Good." I see the wheels turning in your head, thinking this is working. "I want you to continue to feel good. I want you to be happy. Is that what you want as well, baby girl?" Yes."You backhand me. It wasn’t too. And, he had the most beautiful, average sized cock I had ever seen. I never had c***dren, so I didn't want a man who was well-endowed. I wanted a man with a cock like his, velvety in texture, with dark hair around it and hard as a rock. I had to put his cock in my mouth, but first I needed to sniff his lovely balls, which had an aromatic musky scent, and I felt as though I was feasting on him as I explored all his private parts with indescribable lust. He also had lovely thighs (I have a leg. Her damp hair was flat, and the bruise around her eye was darker. She had washed off the little bit of makeup she normally wore leaving her with a pale, transparent look. But despite all that, Peter thought, she is beautiful, strong, sensual, and impossibly out of my reach."I mentioned my past earlier this evening, remember?" she asked, speaking quietly and looking at the whisky she swirled slowly in her glass."When you talked about not having a choice when you were younger?" Yes. There was a.