The beautiful bra matching the panties was there for me to touch. You reached down and gently unzipped my fly. I heard you giggle a little. Perhaps yo... had had too much wine. ,-) The lights were turned low and the other passengers settled down to sleep. The flight attendant asked if we needed anything with a knowing smile on her face. I said leave the bottle of wine and I think we had everything else we needed and we all laughed. You gentle rubbed my erect cock as I took off your bra – all this. It was a newspaper!I made sure I was out of sight of the house, before I looked the paper over. First thing I noticed was the date.August 4th, 1877.Yet more evidence that I had somehow stepped back into time. That warrant had been for a later date, so this paper was old. Hell, the weather told me that.The top story was about a murder committed by a Bill Jacobson. The local town Sheriff, Tom Haydon, was applying for a warrant for the arrest of Mr. Jacobson. I wondered if that was the sheriff,. It's not like it was a long time, but walking around, doing chores, knowing I couldn't touch myself even if I wanted to ... fuck, by the time I got the fucking thing off, after toying with vibrate, I had an earth-shattering orgasm. Listen, I don't have orgasms every 12 hours, but the psychological impact was tremendous. Imagine when I used it for longer!I used it for a while, enjoying the novelty. I tried different time settings, finding 72 hours was my absolute upper limit; the frustration was. I’m wearing a nice pair of shoes and I don’t want his cooties on them.Gah. Two more days. I promise myself, just make it two more days. It’s almost Friday.There’s an awful fluid ripping sound. And his obnoxious voice “Aaaah, that’s better.”I pretend it’s a belch but I know better. Disgusting.The rest of the day would be absolute agony, but I have a small escape to the “3 to 5 Year Budget Forecast Meeting”.Maybe escape isn’t quite the right word. It’s more like a reprieve to purgatory.The.