Shining a flashlight in my eyes, thecop leaned in and began questioning me."Good evening sir. You seem to be in an awful hurry. Are you aware ofthe po...ted speed limits?"Gulping a bit, I answered him tentatively. "I-I'm sorry officer, I was abit distracted. I'm normally a very safe driver." Looking up at him, Iwaited for the rest of his spiel."That's no excuse son. I'm going to need you to step out of the car andgive me your license and registration." he said as he stepped back fromthe. After one hour, I am allowed to stop briefly, but with my hand still on my cock. Breathe...breathe...breathe.I repeat this sequence three, four, five times? An hour each time. I await your arrival, and finally, after eight hours of this self-abuse, you are here. But not alone, as I had hoped. You have brought friends, whom you have told about the orders you gave me, about what I do for you, what I need to do because it makes my cock feel so incredibly...swollen. Will you take over now,. As she slides me in her grip. She produces a lot of saliva, which is what's needed for this job. She also attempts to take me partly in her mouth. Every so often she caresses my balls, mmmm that's feels great! She swings her ass around a bit. Now, I can slap it while she's working my cock. We both love the sound of slapping and the feel of my hand making contact with her cute ass.She anticipates my big load. But today, I've got other plans. So I Pull my cock toward me. She gives me this. Then, of course, we'd need a Poster Man or Poster Woman for sexual deprivation and unhappiness. (There'd be no sexual Poster Child of course, that's a WHOLE other telethon!).Our next door neighbor, Josh, seemed to be the perfect and ideal candidate for Sexual Deprivation Poster Man. He was 45, married for 20 years to his beautiful yet materialistic high school sweetheart, and therefore, we knew for an absolute certainty and beyond all doubt, that he hadn't had any type of sexual relations for.