As her hand rested on the straining denim, she said she was surprised to feel it throbbing under the touch of her hand. She said it reminded her of th... first time she had touched my dick eight years earlier. It was, she said, like some kind of an electric shock went through the denim from his cock to her fingers.And she liked it.She let her hand linger on his cock as she innocently looked down to see what she was touching. Then she started to pull her hand back as she again looked up from his. With a sigh, I move my eyes to the risen window on the wall next to me. The starry night gleams with tiny white, glowing dots. Starting from the top left corner of the glass panels, I begin counting the blinking lights. I used the same trick when I was younger, if nothing I did could make me fall unconscious.One...Two...Three...Fou- something catches my eye.The silhouette of a bulbous head, with gleaming white eyes stares menacingly at me. A small, Rattata squeak escapes my lips as I tighten. What no one knew was that Phillip was addicted to sex. He didn't have just an overactive sex drive; it drove his every thought and action! Every day, both before and after school, since he was eleven years old in the fifth grade, Phillip masturbated. In the warmer months, he would sneak out of his house after dark to peep into the windows of his neighbors. By his twelfth birthday, he had watched various couples making love in bed, on the couch, outside ... almost everywhere one can imagine. He. ?And we’ve still got so much to do.? I felt her hands gently begin to fondly my sore ass cheeks. ?But first, I need to check on this.? I didn’t realize what she meant at first. I thought she was going to begin whipping me again until she looped her finger through the ring of my butt plug, pulled it partially out, and then rammed it home again, causing me to squeal. She did that three or four more times. For just a moment all thoughts of the pain my body was in were forgotten and I moaned from.