One night I found Hillary masturbating on the bed and I felt upset, not that she masturbated but that she may have been doing it as I wasn’t satisfy...ng her. The day after I spoke to my gay friend in work Julian and told him that I and Hillary were having a rough patch, I didn’t tell him the full details of catching her masturbate but just we were having problems. His advice was to go home and talk compliment her and to get her a gift, in my mind I thought I’ll just go home and kiss her ass. He is drifting more and more away from the physical reality as his need to empty those enormous balls grows. The last miniscule bits of consideration he held for me slowly evaporate and I’m being reduced to a mere provider of his pleasure.He doesn’t care, that I’m nearly falling off the bed, only the rhythmic merciless thrusts of his hips keeping me on. He doesn’t care, that I’m drooling on the floor or that my cuffed hands are tapping the bed behind me as a coping mechanism.And he is not even. It was occurring about once a week and was mainly oral sex only. Her having that low frequency of sex was not enough for her and she wanted it to happen more often.When she discussed having more sex with Russ he confessed that he was having problems in having an erection. She had suggested he consider seeking medical help which Russ refused to do. Kevin thought Russ was stupid in not solving his problem as making love often with a willing Cindy was too good of an opportunity to pass up.Maybe. When I looked back Roger was staring fervidly."Don't ask," I said."It's really you, Paul?"I nodded in what can only be described as resignation. Roger let me in but his smugness irritated me to the bone. Though I liked Roger, he had an ego that sometimes grated. Now was one of those times. Part of it came from the fact that he was quite good looking and knew it. A Mediterranean olive complexion and jet-black hair had a lot to do with making him quite noticeable to the opposite sex. Hell, even.