A little voice inside was telling me this was a waste of time. I ought to be doing something, anything, rather than waiting.Gradually, the feeling got...stronger. It got so I couldn't bear to wait more than a half-hour outside whatever window or other locale I thought would pay off. Beating off got to be a chore, too, even. For one thing, it made my cock sore. For another, there were only so many times in a day I could do it.The alternative, I hated to admit, was worse. It was that I had no idea. . There where other plans afoot!!!I had been speaking with a friend of mine on the internet who was helping me get through this bad time -- we shared fantasies and got on very well (cyber lovers) --- He can normally put a scenario or story together very quickly that we both share and enjoy --- some how he can tell when I’m down or had a bad day -- but he is the one who picks me up and makes it all bearable ---just by chatting and having a laugh.It was a couple of weeks on from when I found out. I was incorporating a similar feature into the router administration software; since the administration facility was accessible both ‘out of band’ via the serial console port, and ‘in band’ though the IP address for the device. The solution Doctor Dunworth and I had arrived at was to get the file ‘last update’ time stamp when a configuration file was read, and just before any updates were written the time stamp would be checked again, and if it wasn’t the same, we could assume the file had been. This documentary – drama was real and not some pornographic and poorly acted scene. I was dutifully blindfolded and on my hands and knees all during the session. In the scene in which Daddy takes my head and uses me for his oral pleasure is amazing. The side view show my capable ability to swallow all of his huge thick eight inch member. Just seeing his huge mushroom shaped head disappear into my mouth was amazing enough. Taking every inch of that enormous cock to his balls seemed incredible.