Early the next morning he showed up, drunk. ?Prisoner in solitary alive. Check one month.? He turned and left. He meant it; I had to spend three m...nths in these miserable chains.?I tried exercising, getting in shape for the beach.? Sit ups, pushups, anything that was not staring at the walls.? I tried recalling everyone I ever went to school with. I thought of threatening Igor with police and real prison. Whatever he thought I was being kidnapped. He would be the prisoner. I had. He took a hold of his shaft with his strong hands and was moving up and down slowly and moaning softly. I could tell he was feeling a lot of pleasure like I had when I had touched myself. After some time he picked up the pace of his movement but had a steady rhythm. I knew he was close when his hand movement became a blur. Suddenly his legs went rigged and he was bucking his hips. He arched his back and made a loud grunt. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he was. Our yard is secluded, and her top was undone. Sporting a hard on in my white shorts, I was rubbing myself against the counter. "She turns you on, doesn't she?" My wife had snuck up behind me. It was hard to deny how I felt . My hard on betrayed me. My wife chuckled, grabbed my waist, and pulled me backwards. With a quick yank, my shorts were pulled down. Getting in front of me, my wife sank to her knees. "Think she can suck your cock as well as me?" With that question, my wife began to give me. So much for my “jack off” sessions.We finally arrived, unpacked and stowed our things. The cabins are small but self-contained. The one I share with sis has two twin beds with a nightstand in between. Our parents tried to rent cabins side by side but we ended up about 3 cabins apart. It was a long drive and my sister and I ached to get into the pool. She ducked into the bathroom first to change and while I waited my turn all I could think about was getting some “relief”, if you know what I.