"Oh then, what does a pussy feel like, is it hard or soft?" I thought on it for a moment, knowing I've never really felt one."Soft" I told him, which ...e nodded. "What does it taste like?" he asked.I recoiled, not sure what he was asking. He prodded me about Brianne and asked if I had ever taken her pants off. I shook my head."You know, I can show you a way to unbutton her pants and take them off without her even really knowing."I expressed my interest in learning this trick. He said he. I told him that I’d try.I looked over everything that I had to do for the next four weeks, and mapped it out on the calendar. I was very glad that I’d completed the project for the database class, as that freed up some time. But it wasn’t enough. I was going to have to use most of my Sunday mornings, some Sunday evenings, and the extra time from my karate class to get the work done in the timeframe he preferred. My birthday, which I’d blocked out completely, and the Voronin’s trip to Chicago. Tears stained his cheeks, he’d sobbed so much he had no more tears to cry. He’d lost count of the number of men that had visited his cell and the amount of cum he’d consumed, but he knew it must be well over 100 loads. His brain was fried, he was exhausted, mentally drained but hugely frustrated, he was so horny and so desperate to cum, the chastity device was evil, but the viagra had forced an erection from him every ten minutes or so. He was relieved when the clock counted down to zero and. "Yes, yes."I heard myself chuckling."Alex," Chelsea said, hypnotizing me. "Believe me, you'll like it. Believe me, she'll like it. Believe me, it's good for you. Believe me, it's good for her. Believe me, it's not wrong. Believe me, it's wrong to leave her in jeopardy..."And while I was still trying to ignore what she was saying so I could get my brain to work, Chelsea rose from the couch. She pulled my hand, and dragged me into my bedroom. She then went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.