I was seeing him in a different light. I was so quiet during the day , that my wife had to ask me whether I was well or not. I was lost in my thoughts.... The images of the previous night wouldn’t leave my mind. And the more I was thinking about it, the more aroused I was getting. I was trying hard not to, but my feelings were taking control of me. I was almost waiting for night to come and to be online again. But before that I went to a nearby computer shop and bought a webcam. I was all set for. .. they were perfect sexual beings except in one BIG (hehe) way.)- Do you love the sight of a nice cock?(Of course, although recently 'drool over' may be a better description.)- Do you fantasize about cock? (Only when I'm awake... well, and in some of my dreams.)- Have you thought about stroking, sucking or fucking a nice cock? (I'd obsessed over stroking and sucking a nice, big, hard cock, although the idea of getting fucked by one didn't do much for me.)- Do you find yourself having little to. Chapter 8 – Coping It had been 3 weeks since my older sister Jackie had moved in unexpectedly. There was lots of crying and she was very clingy and looking for constant attention and affirmation. I knew that she was dealing with a major life crisis, her husband had cheated on her, asked for a divorce, and kicked her out, and she found all of that out in one day. All of that news hit her like a ton of bricks, and she just got in her car, with a suitcase and drove for hours to get to my house.. There were also several hooks on the floor with a strap built into them thatcould be used to secure limbs or god knows what else. Jane ordered me to hand over my rain coat and the locked it into a littlestorage compartment built into the side of the door. "Be good slave", she saidto me, "or you could get thrown out of this limo butt naked. I was the orderedto get down on my knees and put my head into the semi circle that was in themiddle of the bottom of the bed. As I had feared the strap was.