The governing foot jostles.
“No answer?”
With his silence, Roger curses himself. All the forethought on the train and he cannot summon any words. Instead he just silently lies as once again this daunting woman takes charge. Her foot keeps pressing until the tip of his erect p***s touches the fabric of the mattress. The discomfort slowly turns to outright pain. Yet he remains remarkably firm, his organs strangely ingrained to perform for the governing nurse.
Still, now he can look at her. And in seeing her confident look of authority, the calm demeanor as she cruelly controls that which controls the male, he is even more in awe. Plus her natural beauty does not help. Roger always envisioned her as roguish, a beast slaking vengeance on the male population for attention not paid.
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