" Those masterpieces were segregated into their own special subfolder, for I found them "handy" whenever I wanted to give myself some relief.Speaking ...f hands, while one of mine had spent the past two hours working my mouse and keyboard, sorting, sifting and editing my collection before my avid gaze, the other had spent the same period slowly stroking at my cock, which was by now a dark, angry red and seeping pre-cum. I had prolonged my pleasure long enough. It was time to move forward.Taking a. But Mistress was holding something in front of herface. It looked like a tiny little egg on a string--the vibrator. "Suckit," she said.Jacqueline was nervous and confused and still wasn't quite thinkingstraight, but she could see the riding crop in Mistress's other hand andquickly regained her focus. She leaned forward as far as her bonds wouldlet her, craning her neck so that her lips could reach the plastic toy,but she couldn't quite make it. Mistress didn't move her hand anycloser, but. How could someone raised in this wasteland get himself lost in it? Pulse quickening, he tried to shake off the fuzzy headed feeling that inched its way down into his gut as well. He blinked against the bright sunlight and started walking. Any direction, he reasoned, was better than standing stock still in his own piss.Tremblers continued all day long. Every time Patrick settled himself down enough to begin to figure out where the hell he was at, another wave beneath his feet would bring panic. I started to plan the demise of Mitch.Peggy pulled her face away from my chest, and the look on her face made my heart break."I'm pregnant," she whispered.My first instinct was to jump up and go track down Mitch. The only problem with my plan was that Peggy needed me. We didn't say anything for a long time. I just held her and let her cry it out.Of course the whole time, I seethed about him not respecting her wishes. Peggy wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. I admit I had a short-lived.