Thinking of other things has taken my mind off the fluid flowing into my ass, and the pressure that is building in my bladder, but both are becoming u...comfortable and I am unable to keep my thoughts off them. I am halfway through drinking the water in the jug and I can see that the bag that is flowing into my ass is only about half empty as well. I can see from the clock on the wall that I have been tied to the table for an hour, the nozzle in my ass is becoming more and more uncomfortable as. I went home at the usual time and dozed through a book until bedtime. When I went to bed I heard nothing next door, and after a quick ejaculation to thoughts of Kate smiling up at me around my cock as she worked her throat muscles I fell asleep and woke up when I heard the bed next door creak. No squeakings followed, however, and I soon dozed off again. The next night was a Thursday and my neighbor joined me on her bed when I turned in. I heard her start to settle into her usual rhythm. I. At sixteen she could easily pass for a college student in her twenties. Her family had moved into the neighborhood shortly after mine and despite our age differences we became great friends much to the dismay of her parents. Her stopping by on the way home had become a regular routine for her. She would grab a Coke from the fridge, take a smoke from my pack on the workbench and light it. Then planting her firm bottom on one of the old bar stools against the bench, we would spend ten to fifteen. Why am I still having this dream? That all happened months ago. Why can’t I be stronger?Wiping my mouth, I sit up, and suck in a deep breath.“Honey. . .?”“I’m fine,” I snarl at her. Can’t she see that? I’m no longer puking, so obviously I’m fine. I see the hurt look in her eyes and immediately regret my tone. “I’m sorry, babe. I guess I just ate something bad on the plane.” Kally is still crying in the back, and I turn around to her, placing my hand on her leg. “Daddy’s just a little sick,.