I saw the towel she had lain out and half-sat on it. Legs were close together and my butt was on the edge of the bed. I saw myself in the mirror right... in front of me. My junk was kinda pushed upward and was very exposed. It sort of felt comfortable though. Looking at myself in the mirror got my juices flowing. I got a half-chub and I didn’t care if Allison saw it. In fact, I wanted her to see it. I’m still a virgin and I would actually very like to lose it to Allison. She is so sexy! I heard. Even in this short a time, I knew Gwen was notorious for not being on time to anything, so I was mentally trying to prepare myself for her being later than she’d said. However, to my surprise, right at 8:15 she logged back onto Skype, and this time she invited me to a video conference.Once the cameras were connected, we decided we could just talk instead of typing. Except that after last night, both of us were feeling a little shy and embarrassed. We looked at each other and nervously laughed.. No, no, no! I am not back in that FBI holding room again! I can't be, can I? Was the last few weeks another crazy drug induced fantasy? Did Gordo have someone else that had me drugged up somewhere to endure years of mind fucking? Has this all been some sort of sick form of revenge through hypnosis, subliminal suggestion, or some other way of messing with my head?There was something over my eyes, so I did the only thing I had available, I screamed out."Someone untie me and let me the hell out of. I grew up believing all men were needing the constant attention of the tender codling of a woman's touch, and seeing my parents, as one, during their copulation, there was no doubting in my mind, or my sisters, that sex was pleasurable, as mother was the one making the most noise when daddy was inside her, humping her.Looking back over my lifetime of men between my own legs, heaving and humping both my 'Kitty', and 'Anus', I have cried with both pleasure and pain, cooking oil and butter smeared.