Ow, I scream. You suddenly put a ball in my mouth and tape it in. You do the switch on my upper thighs too but I can't even squirm. I can feel your... hand tracing over my body stopping to feel my wetness. Then suddenly nothing. I wonder what to expect next. Nothing at all. I strain to hear and can't hear a thing. I am scared. I feel the panic rising in me. I wiggle what little I can wiggle. Soon tears are rolling down my cheeks. I am scared to death that I have been left out here. I. I often wonder what might have been. Duty is a duty, nevertheless, and I did what I had to do. My plants, two cats, and collection of gay DVD’s keep me company at night. Thankfully, my trusted right hand also functions very well.Time to stop complaining… I am healthy and really shouldn’t moan too much. Life is what it is.*A month ago a young man moved into my apartment block. Bumping into each other now and then, I have come to know that his name is Weston. What a beautiful name. In fact, he is. Eventually her movements ceased and I returned to staring at the ceiling, wondering whether to say anything or to keep quiet and not let her know that I saw, and felt, the whole orgasmic performance. Her breathing returned to normal as I pondered what to do. After about five minutes had passed, I rolled towards her in the bed and spoke to her in a voice barely above a whisper.‘’Did you enjoy that?’’A long silence followed and, for a moment, I thought she might have drifted off to sleep.. I live on 30th floor. We both were standing at the back of the elevator leaning on sides, looking at each other and smiling. The man got down at some floor.I don’t know which after a while she suddenly said you smell good, what perfume it is? I answered: Versace and continued staring at her. We reached my floor and we got out and entered my room. She sat on the couch. I sat beside her.I started looking at her top to bottom and was just admiring her beauty. I could see her cleavage. That sight.