"No, not yet, girl... But come and find me nearer the end of the evening and I may consider giving you some relief, if you've been good." Perhaps a ma... asks me to bring him a glass of wine and a bottle of lube. I bring him the requested items and he orders me to turn around, bend over with my legs straight and rest my forearms on the footstool. This position leaves my bottom raised up with my head lower but keeps me fairly stable. Behind me, I hear him open the bottle of lube and then feel him. My mom, aware that I was alone during the Summer months on campus, had invited me for a week in Venice. I had thought it very sweet of her and I had said yes.We arrived at Marco Polo airport on a sunny August afternoon and took a water taxi. My mother had rented a beautiful 16th-century apartment near the Rio de Palazzo o de Canonica, owned by an elderly couple. Our room was spectacular, still in its original state, with a painted ceiling, wooden walls, and a marble floor.Tired and jet-lagged,. Not the whole thing just bits and pieces like a poorly tuned radio station. She listened carefully. The first thing she got was names. The Afghan beauty was named Azalea; figures that even her name would be exotic. The American woman was Cheryl and the little girl was named Nura. And yes, the injured man was James McNichol. Beyond that she could get very little. They had been there for days and expected to be there a long time yet, although they didn't know how long. They were waiting on. One day I was thinking about her, and the last time we were together, and the amazing sex we had, and I began to masturbate. I had the bracelet on and my mind recollected an article I had read about cock rings and how they worked. I took the bracelet from my wrist and stretched it over the top of my erect penis, and under my testicles. It felt interesting to have my balls lifted forward like that, but it was not tight enough to restrict the flow of blood back into the body, as a cock ring.