My brain is also adjusting for the shorter distance involved. It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your fingers are. It finds it disturbing ...hen it knows that the tip of your finger should be touching something but is not.In other news, Scrivener my writing software of choice has come out with a new beta version for it’s Windows implementation that includes screenwriting. It’s been out a while I just noticed. I’m giving it a whirl. It allows me to have my complete story making process. Itell you though, maybe you could work out in a gym to get to thehundred.", she said. Ralph replied. "yeah, but where would I take a shower? Theguys in the gym would flip seeing me naked in the mens shower.",he said,"Here I was a guy who always wanted to have a womans bodyin his bed , now I've got one...my own, that is, under thesesheets.", he said, "that reminds me, " I need to make that phonecall to my wife." The nurse replied, "oh yeah, your married, I almost forgot.How's your wife. As he was reading the specials I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his eyes were magnetically engaging and conveyed a soft smiling sense of personality and whenever he looked at me I felt he was looking at my soul. To say my heart wasn’t beating faster was an understatement – I thought people might hear it.We ordered our food and then he came back to pour our wine. As he stood next to me I stared up at him, his eyes twinkling back at me as we made idle chit chat about nothing. There was a wisp. Imagining it's his gasps each time my mouth sides up, taking in air and then back down again...every time I lower my mouth, I take him deeper down my throat, sucking him harder. Hearing my Master"s moans, feeling my Master's thrusts as I stop my movements and allow the thrusts of his cock, fucking my mouth, fucking my throat. Hands still pinned. I move again, gagging, gasping, licking, drooling, getting lost in the early morning control my Master chooses to exert over me. I let his hands go and.