I'd upload what I'd written, download things to read and pay my bills, all on-line. I stopped in at the Baylor University library or the Waco library ...o do research for my stories. The local library didn't have much in the way of computer services but my card got me into the city library just fine. You have to love reciprocal services.I played the radio a lot. There were a lot of stations out of Waco. I refused to even try to get television reception. I was happy living in the ';60s at home (. And I'm going to torture the hell out of you."She grabbed my dick and more pre-cum oozed out. "If that truly frightened you, then you wouldn't be so fucking hard right now."I tried shaking my head. "I can't control that."Frowning, but never taking her eyes off the mirror, she shook her head. "Well, that's too bad for you."She held my gaze as she started pumping me again with her right hand and rubbing her open left palm against the head. It stung a little, and I felt a burning sensation in my. It was my normal bedtime so I prepared for that, not thinking I would get much sleep. Two hours later, the clock read midnight and I had slept maybe a few minutes. One thing I had definitely not mastered was sleeping without James. The bed felt so empty and my mind couldn’t calm down without his strong arms holding me tight. Staring at the ceiling, it felt as though I was going insane when I heard the front door open then shut. Every muscle in my body went stiff and my heart started pounding.. It was powder blue, as was the see-through lace string she wore below. This only just managed to contain the full triangle of pubic hair that was her currently preferred style. She also wore sheer black thigh-high stay-ups on her long and shapely legs and the black patent leather stiletto heeled fuck-me shoes she’d packed specially for this trip. Em knew exactly what the sort of youthful, big black cock she was looking for tonight would want to see. She rang down to the concierge and asked.