I almost removed the Device. I wanted to touch it so much. But the wanting made me feel so alive, too. Each time I almost removed it, I thought about...the consequences. What would it feel like? It would be good to have an orgasm. I’d probably have several in a row at least, once I got going. And afterwards, would I feel fulfilled? Or empty and drained? Is a moment of pleasure, or even many moments of pleasure, better than the continual rush of desire, combined with the knowledge that I am. “Sir, I have my own phone and she has my number. I’ll give you my parents’ number.”I gave him the number and then left. I walked around a bit then headed home. Nobody noticed me come in, so I got into my bathroom, one I shared with Jeff, and got the rubber out of my pants. I flushed it and the wrapper down the toilet and was relieved to see them go. I washed my face and then went to eat lunch.I hadn’t heard the phone ring yet, and it was like waiting for a death sentence. After lunch, I went. I went into the bathroom to slip into my nightie. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and around the bed to make sure he got a good look.I dimmed the lights but kept it the room bright enough so that he could see everything that was about to happen to him.I could see his arousal as the bed sheet was poking up like a tent. I slowly and sensually touched him as I stood over him. I told him he wasn’t allowed to touch me. The lingerie I was wearing was totally sheer, so I wasn’t hiding anything.I. And then I playfully spanked her. And she asked for more.And then she asked for some more. And then she unbuttoned my shorts and in one action took off both my boxers and shorts. In that darkness, I was standing naked on the beach with my cock standing hard and long and I was kissing the hottest woman on the planet who was more than eager to get out of her wet, red satin bikini. She placed her hands around my shaft and started jerking me off as I undid the knot of her bikini top and took it off.