. could never do this for me. I need to be watched. Crave to be watched. How many eyes will be raking over my body tonight? How many hands will reach ...ut to touch me? How many cocks will burn to fuck me? This adrenaline rush is insane.Curtain rises. I sashay into the box, fronted with a plexiglass window. This is my stage for the next ten minutes - my intimate fuck-space. You absorb me - my sexy blonde hair, perfectly-painted face, and irresistible, tantalizing figure. My fingers provocatively. Once in the living room he started lightly running his fingers over my nipples. My cock quickly got hard again after it had softened while at dinner. It started leaking pre-cum. Soon he started slowly stroking it. I was starting to get turned on. He continued rubbing my nipples with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. It didn’t take me long to erupt. What kind of a mess I made I don’t know, not being able to see. I didn’t feel any of my cum on me.After my cock softened down, I felt. “Read through the suggestions and the comments and add your own. If there’s a particular topic that piques your interest, investigate further.”I nodded. I soon had a copy of the master list on my laptop and did a quick skim through. Some of the suggestions were bizarre and probably untestable: I couldn’t imagine intelligent aliens travelling hundreds of light-years just to conduct an experiment on earthlings that involved wrongly convincing them that one of their number was gay. Then I started. Caderousse drew a deep breath. "Oh," said he, "that is life to me; more, more!" Two drops more would kill you," replied the abbe."Oh, send for some one to whom I can denounce the wretch!" Shall I write your deposition? You can sign it." Yes, yes," said Caderousse; and his eyes glistened at the thought of this posthumous revenge. Monte Cristo wrote:--"I die, murdered by the Corsican Benedetto, my comrade in the galleys at Toulouse, No. 59." Quick, quick!" said Caderousse, "or I shall be unable.