I scrubbed and scrubbed to get it off in bathroom, but it was like I had gotten that first tattoo of the evening, it was not budging. Tilia and I dan...ed for what felt like hours, laughing and having a good time. She helped attract some men over to us and just to be close to her, some of them even danced with me. I could tell they were really standing around for her, but I took advantage of them dancing with me anyways. I took note of the way Talia danced, holding her body closely to whatever. Something clattered to the floor. Her sketch pad and the pencil. “You’re beautiful and so big. I want to—to touch you and lick you everywhere. Feel how hard you are and how you taste.”Lick. Hard. My cock jerked again in my underwear. I grabbed it through the fabric, sliding my foreskin up and down for some friction. “Yes.”“But I’m not allowed to touch you,” she almost whispered. “If I ever touched you, I know you’d ravish me like the beast you are.”I groaned. I was feeling really beastly right. She stroked my cock and said to leave it in her hands. Days passed, but I said nothing and waited patiently and basically forgot about it and I left on a business trip.One afternoon I get an email from my wife with the subject The Game Begins. I open it up and the message reads "Guess the dick, one guess per picture." Attached was a picture of my wife's hand wrapped around a nice, thick, semi-erect cock. I was mad with lust and hard all afternoon until I could call her that night. I told her. That night after eating a normal meal for the first time in over threemonths, he was as sick as a dog. His digestive system just wasn'tready for solid foods. Another problem he had was getting use to hisold pajamas. Being confined in the footed all-in-one that restrictedhis movements, made the freedom of movement uncomfortable. The nextday he was very irritable and argumentative. He was exhausted from theprevious day and his inability to stop doing all those little girlactivities.