Suddenly it was a race.I've always been a good multitasker. I kept my eyes on his pistoning hand as my fingers continued to plunge in and out like a l...ver that's been gone too long and is trying to make up for lost time. My other hand thoroughly molesting my nipples, I called out the heavy artillery - stories, fantasies, images of men I knew and that I desired in the most carnal way. Men I'd HAD. Men I'd devoured.I recalled a story where the man had been tasked to perform with an audience of. I implore her, quietly, with my eyes alone, wide and surrendered to anything, but she ignores me, or pretends not to see me, reapplying her lipstick, or re-doing the dark makeup of her eyes. There are times at work, for instance, that I stare off into space for what might be an hour or more. I imagine that I’m with them, or that they’ve somehow stolen my consciousness away. When I return to myself, messages from clients have collected on my voice-mail by the dozen, as well as in my e-mail box.. We went online and read a little about body piercing down there. My girlfriend already had her belly button pierced, but hadn’t put much thought in any kind of pussy piercing. We were surprised by what we read. Was it really true the clit hood ring would lightly tickle the clit if a woman walked the right way, or wiggled a little bit on a chair? That night after we had sex, we wondered if a clit hood piercing would make sex more fun. My girlfriend already had a nice pussy, completely shaved. "If I was really dressing you up," she laughed, "I think I'd paint your toenails." Be careful, little one," I said. "You will be a hopeless cripple forever."About 20 minutes after that, we heard a knock on the door. I looked at Ronni. "Baby, can you get that?" I said, sarcastically.And she bounced up, turned, sticking her tongue at me. Opening the door, she said, "Hi, Dad! He's ready."The two of them loaded me into the wheelchair, wheeled me out to the car, and seated me in the front passenger.