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Pissing in bottles was a bachelor’s game; a practice I hadn’t exercised in over three years since moving in with Sandra. But she had the bathroom on lockdown, and I didn’t want to disturb her, so I convinced myself that the bottle bathroom was as much a courtesy for her as it was a convenience for me. The pressure in my belly gave way to a sleepy sense of relief as I finished peeing. I rubbed the tip of my penis around the bottle’s rim to clear out any stray drips of urine before tucking it back into my shorts. A slight sense of arousal made my dick rear up for a moment, but I was too tired to do anything about it now. I laid myself back onto the mattress and felt my back groan with discomfort. Our master bed was soft and oh-so comfortable, especially compared to the hard wobbly mess that was the guest bed. The legs were on wheels that rolled around the hard wood floor whenever Diz or I resettled. The once plush stuffing in the pillows were all clumped together and eroding. The first night hadn’t been too bad, but by night three it had really started to get old sleeping in this room. As I struggled to find a comfortable position, I made the decision that I would look into getting a massage tomorrow. I needed to find some relief for my back, and I deserved a treat after days of taking care of my sick girlfriend. Then another thought popped into my head as my dick once again stirred in my shorts. “What about a happy ending massage?” I hadn’t had one of those hentai since college, and I was sure that there were places around town that offered that kind of thing. Sandra and I hadn’t had sex in the week leading up to her illness, and I was definitely starting to feel a bit frustrated. Gradually I drifted off back to sleep, comforted and excited by the relief and release tomorrow’s massage promised. The next morning I made an extra effort to make Sandra comfortable before going to work. I was already starting to feel a little guilty for indulging myself to a massage while she was stuck at home suffering far worse aches than I did, and of course the thought of some stranger rubbing my cock was not something she would have been thrilled to know about. That guilt quickly evaporated once I got to work. I started researching online for the best massage shops in town. Everyone insisted that the Japanese run parlors were the absolute top spots, using creative language to hint at the services offered without coming right out and saying they were rub and tug joints. I found one that had a solid 5-star rating, as well as a name that I found to be hilarious: “Rub you Long Time.” The other big hint that it was an erotic parlor was that all the reviewers seemed to be men. The hours dragged by as I read review after review of “satisfied” customers. As I made my way through the list of comments I found there seemed to be a trending theme. All of the most satisfied customers raved about one specific practitioner, a woman named Coco. They encouraged first time visitors who were “Looking for a surprise,” to ask for her by name. Well, I have always seen myself as an adventurous sort, so I made a mental note to ask for Coco when I arrived. I ended up cutting out of work early after lunch. I told my boss that Sandra had taken a turn for the worse and that I would need to stop off at the store to pick up some butternut squash soup and Theraflu for her, and off I went. I drove down to the area my town called “Little Tokyo,” and kept my eyes peeled for my destination. I started to get so excited for my massage that I could literally feel my muscles vibrating with anticipation. All the hard work he had been doing at the motel over the last few months was paying off on his body. He saw me glancing down and moved quickly to hide it by sitting on my bed. “Mama, will you brush my hair?” she asked in Japanese. Then Ray jokingly whispered right back, "Are you sure you don't want me to pull out right now, and cum all over hentai your face?" Despite the churning, foaming froth of vaginal juices which bubbled from my eager little cunt, I could feel the friction begin to build within me. My strength began to fail me, but Kara seemed inhuman, pounding my soft, wet little pussy in a relentless assault. I gazed into her eyes as I stroked her cheek with my fingers. That man would ridicule him somehow about the irony of Jacob willingly giving up the only sexual thing besides his hand. My tongue licked. They also had two news helicopters hovering over head for a couple of hours,” I tell Fernandez. She howled her excitement and almost buckled at the knees but he moved past her to where the new girl-corpse hung. About ten minutes later Denise walked into the restaurant. Billy saw Charlie dump a handful over on a chair and then saw him bend over and pick up a pair of green panties. I asked. Deb quickly handed the leash to her brother and opened the gate to the stall. What was inside surprised and pleased me. A beautiful, young Iraqi girl lay naked, spread eagled on a table like device. “You should be grateful, but if I’m being honest, you’re not the worst representative of your kind, despite your life choices.” The elf turned to look at Sheila, still on her knees before her master, as she finished speaking. "Just ask." Wondering what his plan actually was, Tori gave John a slight smirk, picked up her phone and texted her mom exactly as John had suggested. Jake finished packing his bag for the 5 day trip. In the afternoon Jon got a bucket and some bags of white powder out of the garage. Looking chastised, she turns back to the stove. As he repeated the bondage on her other leg, she relaxed into the feel of the soft rope sliding over her skin and the rhythmic pattern of the loops and knots. I put my body weight on her to stop her. Then it seemed worse than the IP machines.} "You...smell nice..."