After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having sex with me. We went from having sex 3 and 4 times a day to once a day,...then once a week. After Bob left for work each day, I would lay in bed masturbating, thinking of the man with the huge cock and playing with my pierced nipples.Most of our evenings were spent either watching TV or spending time with Bob’s good friends, Sam and Tonya. Often on Saturdays, we would go to their house and drink while hanging out at. It really depends on my personal mood and how occupied I am.” He nodded: “Yeah, that is the same for me. Sometimes more sometimes less, although I of course also have other reasons to not do it like I already said.” After a short pause he added: “Ok I am going to take truth as well.” I wasn't sure if I should ask the next question but did it anyway. “Did you ever have sex Daniel? I'd assume with your parents it be tough to bring home a girl.” He nodded again his eyes fixed on the ground. “Yes. "If you haven't filled out your concubine allotment, listen up! You'll notice you aren't scheduled for med tube time today – you'll be accompanying teams of Marines on regular extractions to pick up suitable concubines, and will have to get your sleep training done after you've finished. You will be finished filling out your harems by sixteen hundred." He glared around, to the discomfiture of certain sponsors. "Or else."He resumed pacing, and the privates resumed eating. "In the evenings and. ‘These 3 days have been perfect honey but we now have to go back to our own lives and our own loved ones. Just promise me that from now on that we will remain good friends that just from time to time sit down over a coffee so that I can feel your hand in mine.’ At which point we both break down into uncontrollable sobs and hug. 10:00pm. We retire to the bedroom and slowly peel the clothes off of each other. This is our last night and we will make the most of it. After several hours of caressing.