Feeling slightly depressed, I shook my head, got up from my desk and went to get ready for bed with the Doctor's words echoing in my head.Sex. And lot...'s of it. If it were only that simple because having sex with anyone at all seemed a million miles away right now.***Funnily enough, as it turned out, the solution to that problem wasn't a million miles away at all but somewhere much closer to home.Next day, I was back in the old routine. A one-man band masturbating machine pumping out a steady. I was enjoying the show and watched intently as she pulled them down exposing her shaved mound. After stepping out of them she stood straight and began caressing her body again. My eyes followed her roving hands as they moved slowly up and down her body her fingers gently touching her soft skin and paying special attention to her erect nipples as they passed over her breasts. Her hands now were touching her mound and I could see her swollen outer folds until she finally slipped her middle. I had to pee. "Carla I need you to unlock my belt. I have to pee." Peter you heard the man who made your belt. It doesn't need to beremoved for you to use the toilet. I wouldn't advise going standing upanymore but you can sit and pee in the toilet just like I do. It'sreally not a big deal. The belt is stainless steel. Urine won't damageit. Just be sure to wipe the shield after you finish."I did as instructed. It was a little messy but manageable. I returnedto the den. I looked at. She had an amazing pair of tits which was what taking my focus on them in early days. I still don’t know about the size and can’t simply guess but can make you imagine by comparing those tits with a small sized tender coconut. Those natural tits were hard, curvy ‘V’ shaped but not ‘U’, always stiff, never facing down (during fuck). Mostly I play with them. Coming back to the story. Hardcore smooch was on parallel I started playing with her boobs and further taking my hands to her panty. She was.