She began to see the world differently as if her mind was beginning to untwist. "I've lived the best of my life and now there's nothing for me to look...forward to," she told me once.In her diary which I read years later she explained: "I am haunted by the vision of myself at age 18, with such hopes and dreams for the future, a girl who never met the young prince she wanted. And now I never shall." At her family's urging she had married a gentleman over twenty years her senior and for no better. "Then take care of it while I watch," Gary responded as he slid closer and kept his eyes on Silky's cock.Silky responded my gently seizing his erect manhood and commenced to slowly tug on it while staring into Gary's eyes."I love dressing up all sexy and jerking off," Silky admitted."Same here," Gary responded."Am I pretty enough? Silky questioned."You are very pretty. What about me?" Gary asked with his face mere inches from Silky's."You are very sexy. More than I could have wished for," Silky. By the end of the week, we had routines underway as the job became more comfortable. I didn't feel as stressed when the day was over. Charlene and I had done a little more than half the business that Deborah usually did, but I knew it would pick up as we improved.Dad and Deborah called regularly to check on us. He talked to Amanda in private, to Charlene in private, and to me in private and public. He wanted my assessment of the situation and I gave him a quick overview with a positive slant.. Otherwise, FUCK OFF!”That was the main thing he missed is sex. Sure, he had tons of porn and he had masturbated enough to make his hand raw. But he sure missed real pussy.Chapter 1 – Food whoreOne morning, he was reading one of books for the 10th time, when there was another knock on the shelter door. Ignoring it at first, the banging continued. He put down his protein bar in frustration. Walking over towards the door, there was a small periscope where he could look and see who was at the door..