She also knew that I wrote porn stories and never used real names or places. That evening I had it all set up in an hour. Everything was remotely sent...to my computer at home. The next day I checked it and everything worked proper. After the first week, I was zipping thru the women talking when I saw something. A stunningly beautiful woman. I had seen her before&hellip,..oh yes&hellip, I had installed a security system in her home recently. Her name was Julie. She began to talk quietly to Ava. He placed something underneath her and told her to sit back down. When she did, she could feel the warmth of whatever it was he placed underneath her spread through the bronze chastity belt. As the bronze warmed, so did Anna’s pussy. The sensation was incredible. All of Anna’s muscles relaxed. “Anna, remember, you are still not allowed to come.”As Richard started the car, he turned on classical music loud enough where Anna could hear nothing else. As Richard drove, and the car went over bumps,. They no longer feel anything. ‘You’re feeling sorry for yourself, that’s all.’ Brave words, even if they are true. Well, almost all true. Memories of how much the person suffered. Memories not yet been buried. Regret for their lost years, for the life they might have had. Opportunities to love and be loved. There’s reason enough to feel sorry for the one who has died. But mostly it’s self-pity. Right? Right? Right. What I need is food. Can’t live on coffee and whiskey. Did I say ‘live’? Shit,. I saw her sit on Daddy’s lap like I did, but I know when I got off , his prick was soft and fell out, so I don’t know if he was having fucks with Mommy or not. I think she was just sitting on his lap. I liked the second movie, too. I would like to live in that place, even though it seemed real dry. I imagined that Mr. Mexican Serape would come into my bedroom and throw his serape off and then he’d be naked and put his big stiff prick in me just like Daddy did. But not with that cigar.