I’ve been climbing the walls hoping to find almost any kind of sexual relief.”I was pleasantly surprised when he was willing to talk about it, and... said, “Yeah, no shit, Dave, I’ve been going through the same shit with Janice for the past four years, and I’ve always got blue balls.”That was the kind of reaction I was hoping for, and said, “I know this is a very personal question, but what do you do for relief?”Ken’s face was red as he admitted, “Well, to be honest, I’ve started going to a few. I didn’t know what to say. I remembered my first year in the college how I prayed hard to God’s miracle. A miracle that would lead to my existence in her eyes. I also remembered the promise I made to myself two days ago. No woman for me, not now. But, was that fair? Was I going to judge Mimah because of my experience with Miriam? Was I also going to allow my promise to come between me and my almost forgotten prayer? What should I do?Finally, I decided to fuck-up my promise. Blindly, I went for. I told him I needed to cum right now. I told him that was so fucking erotic. He pulled out his cock right there in the parking lots and told me to squeeze it. Jesus, it was harder than a rock. He told me to get my toy out of my purse and turn it on. Then he told me to spread my legs and fuck myself with my toy. I didn't need any lube. At this point, I didn't care if anyone was watching or not--I had to cum.I slipped my vibrating toy into my pussy and immediately started shaking. It hit the spot. It seemed that every time he tried to create a perfect knot for his tie, it fought back when the tie appeared to be on the verge of a perfect knot. It reminded him of his election campaign that was in its final hours. It was going just right until he tried to pull it all together at the end. One thing about tying a tie was that the whole process could start over again if things didn’t go just right. Election campaigns weren’t like that.“I should have said re-election campaign,” he muttered.