Around lunchtime, I recalled the experiment in a rational way, not a sexual one. I made a note of this in my phone, but when I wrote the word “sexua...,” it aroused me.It was a very meta-masturbatory day.Difficult Rating: 5Day 4Nothing to note. A surprisingly easy day squeezed in between two difficult ones.Difficult Rating: 2Day 5Today, I considered quitting. I questioned why I was doing it, depriving myself of this tiny joy, and started to envision what quitting after 5 days or 7 days would look. Then I drove a couple of miles to a rural honky-tonk that served food to eat a bite before returning to the pavilion to sleep in my camper until the next morning when I would set up the displays of my wares. I had finished eating and was watching some customers playing pool and others playing the rage at that time, PAC MAN, while enjoying an after dinner adult beverage. Two ladies walked in, looked the crowd over, and came up to where I was seated. I noticed that the younger of the two walked. . and from ourselves. She is not truly Margi’s Mistress, but is more of her keeper. Without Dianne, Margi would destroy someone.”“Probably herself,” Dianne said flatly, “but she might take others with her.” She turned to me and said a little more brightly, “She has never officially submitted herself to me or anyone else, but she knows that she needs me. And I give her what she needs.”“What is officially submitting yourself?” I asked.Shelly looked at me and suddenly her black eyes were boring. .."I silenced her using my fingers, which she sucked. While I was sucking her buxom breasts, my hands moved up her skirt and up her beautiful legs for me to rub her treasure between her legs. I could feel the dampness through her underwear."Fuck, you're so wet and tight..."She smiled, as I kept fondling her."God, I want to fuck you so bad..." I said, hungrily. She eventually turned around, hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties down, allowing me to eat her wet, beautiful treasure."Then fuck.