She had no idea, my balls felt like they were going to explode and every stroke made my blue balls feel like they had been stomped on. ?I can’t take...it anymore Amber!? I yelled out in frustration, struggling against the tape. ?Awww.? She said off-handedly and continued her strokes. I looked down for a second, my balls were a nice shade of blue and my cock had already oozed a lake of precum all over my stomach. I screamed out. ?Be quiet Steve, just sit there like a good boy and suffer for me.?. ‘I’m embarrassed to be telling you this, but I really want to join the club, and I don’t know what to do’ I thought for a second and said, ‘Well the obvious thing that a boy would think of would be some sort of strip poker game.’ Linda interrupted, ‘No, Sharon ruled out strip poker completely. She said that boys almost always play cards better than girls. The game I have to make up has to be completely random. It can’t be a skill game, it has to be a chance game where anyone can win or lose.’. Who was this man, they must have wondered? Immigration? Police? Hadn't Alexander told them to keep quiet?"Good girl. That was the right answer." Alexander would be pleased that she'd respected his confidences. I still remembered the tone of his voice once before, when I'd related the response of the young woman who'd answered me fully.I continued. "I'm hazarding a guess that it's been at least a few weeks." A few weeks since I'd not seen her before. A few weeks since none of the other girls had. We shared our thoughts on how lonely we each seemed, even though we were surrounded by people all the time. We talked about how others seemed to remind us of each other, how the moves and glances of others could bring strong emotions to our minds. Mostly, we just talked about how much we truly missed each other. Mostly, it was just how much we yearned to be in each other's arms.A couple of days later, I was sitting in a lecture hall half-listening to some boring professor go on about some.