A much anticipated moment arrives when I notice the first bead of pre-cum emerge from my cock's eye. I squeeze it out of the eye on the up-stroke, pic... ut up on my fingers & smear it over the head & shaft on the down-stroke. I repeat the squeeze-&-smear trick until the mixture of pre-cum & oil emits a squishing sound as my hand & fingers continue their work.I move to to a spot in my bedroom where I'm able to see myself in two of three mirrors at any one time. By turning slightly, first one way. I felt the tingle as it moved over my tongue. The sensation of my taste bugs being manipulated was new and exciting. I felt my brain filled with my depraved act. The sensation filled my brain so fully that there was no room for any conscious thought. I could only think that I never wanted it to end."Tell me you love my cock." Oh god yes I love your cock." Do you love my cock more than anything?" Yes I love your cock more than anything." Tell me what you are." Cocksucker," I whispered. Of course. And there were strings of alluminium wire tied from motor shed to tank for hanging the wet clothes to dry. I use to dry the washed clothes there. And i was hanging the washed clothes like everyday in the time when i was frustrated by the bad news. And suddenly i heard some sounds from the watchmens rooms. And later i realised that they were moaning sounds of a lady. I tried to peek from the window which was not locked. i pushed it a little and the moanings became more clear to me. And i was. That done, I have my first bottle of the day, the formula. You tell me that we need to start sorting and clearing things away, deciding what to pack, what to store, and what to discard.“Baby, I think we should start with your toys first,” you tell me. I look at you, a little confused. “Go bring all your toys here and lay them on the coffee table,” you prod me. Still, I am not quite sure what you are talking about.I do have a few little, stuffed puppets I have in a basket, but you don’t seem to.