"I want to watch you. That's what you do, isn't it? You sit here, and read my stories, and think about doing that to me." She leaned down and whispere... in my ear. "I want to see it. I want to see what my words do to you."I swallowed hard but I put my hand on my crotch. I was really dying to rub one out but I felt kind of weird about it with her watching me."If you let me watch you," she whispered, "I'll let you watch me."I kind of groaned as my dick nearly burst at the idea of watching a real. ****** Several hours passed before she heard a key turning in the door. In walked a heavy set black man, the same one who almost killed her. The same one who killed her attackers and apparently the same one who had brought her here. “John...is that you?” Amy said, hoping the person would say yes. Atleast if it was John, she knew that to some degree she'd be safe. “Yeah, it's me...kinda.” The man replied. He looked a lot different than the man she'd met several months before. Mostly it was. I look down at the picture of that spread out girl again. Wishing it was her that I masturbating for. I’d love for a female, any female, to watch me come. I want to know what perverse effect it has on her. My own wife thinks it’s “disgusting” and something only perverts do. Married men don’t do that kind of stuff (or so she thinks). So in my mind, the girl in the picture is watching me, begging me to come for her. Unconsciously I begin stroking myself faster. Up and down my shaft with only two. One night we stayed up talking till late, I wanted to know more about the adult side of him, He told me he didn't live alone but didn't say who they where to him so I assumed he had a roommate. I asked him about his goals in life and what he wanted, he then told me he wanted to find someone in real life who would accept him the way he is and would take care of him. I eventually asked him what he looked like so he sent me a pick of him. He was really cute, although you couldn't see much, it was.