I ate and went to bed.In the morning, I rose with the sun. I showered, shaved, and dressed for a day at the house wearing shorts, tee shirt, and sneak...rs. I had coffee and a light breakfast. Thinking about the situation, I decided to look around the neighborhood. I walked out the front door and began walking down the street.I had packed a pipe and lit it from a lighter while I walked. I enjoyed the smoke in my throat. It knew it was a bad habit but I enjoyed it. I knew I was smoking more. I don’t know how many years it’s been but I usually go back to the start of Her video each time and it’s only 3 or 4 minutes before She makes me spunk my pants, so I haven’t got through them all yet, even after all that time. I added commentary in a female voice to Her videos to add to the wind-up, and I’ve got pics on the other screen, sometimes worship pics where I’ve written my pervy captions. She gives me such a lovely time and I had to tell Her “you make me cum in my pants just looking at. All the time, my mind had been preparingfor this moment, and this was helping me become even more relaxed.Then Mustapha asked me to lie on my back, and raise my legs. He took themby the ankles and spread them slightly, then spit in his hand and startedcaressing my anus. Gently but with a definite touch of manliness. Hismonster cock was rock hard, projected towards me and commanded in theeffort by his mind. I was throbbing with anticipation, waiting to acceptmy man inside me in a physical way. I. After jacking off and showering, I could not stop myself from masturbating again, to the image of Gloria doing her runway strut in front of me at the cafe. And as more spurts went into the towel, I was wondering how her nipples would feel in my mouth. Were they small and dainty, or big and thick?Finally I was back in my bed as Chris, my legs spread as I was remembering how Mark’s cock felt as it pulsed and spurted inside of me and I was finally able to reach my own orgasm. The one that had been.