At least that much I could do in the spirit of being his friend."Sam... do you believe in magic?" I blurted out.He looked at me curiously from the bed... "Sometimes, I guess. Sara's into that sort of thing, you know, and she's occasionally given me books to read and stuff. But... magic? I don't know."I squeezed his hand again and smiled. "I know what you're saying. I suppose that, up until a few days ago, I would have said the same thing. But something's happened to me, Sam. Something that's. My longing to have my ass filled meant I used one of the toys every single day. I was addicted, and loved every second of it.As much as I loved having my ass fucked, I didn't like finding someone to do it. If I kept going out with the same guy, one of us might get too attached and want a relationship; I was enjoying my time not having a partner and wasn't ready to settle down. On the other hand, finding random guys to hook up with was tiring. Having to go out, meet someone, learn about their. Jim pulled his phone out,"You can put me in there as Daddy Rodge. Sent me a text so I have yournumber, I could always use a good local cock slut." Jim did as he wastold and sent a text, -Thanks for the yummy load Daddy!- Rodge laughedand headed back to the bar. Jim stood there and looked in the mirror, hehad tears, drool and cum on his face, his shirt was a wet with drool aswell. He washed his hands, then his face and tried to dry his shirt asbest he could before also heading back up to the. Now my cock are very hard under my robe after reading all of that. Then he replied to her, “ mommy, you got my cock hard now and I have to get back to work soon”. My wife had used the word bitch and mommy in talking about herself now to him and seemed to delight in teasing Jason as she sent him a emoji again of a face with it winking and tongue out knowing of his frustration with getting him worked up. Heather then expressed she needed to cum and asked him to call her, which he said he would.