“What is it you think about, Roger?” the stillness broken.
Roger initially refrains. Then with his eyes closed he pictures the examination room where for months Nurse Rachel has forcibly extracted his proffered sperm, where he entered, disrobed and meekly lay on the curious table to have his neck and wrists secured. Depictions of an imagined Nurse Rachel come to mind, though he was not to view her face. Still the eidetic mind places her standing before him, the unseen face donning a look of Schadenfreude as a knowing hand pats away at his firming manhood to ensure the increased penile circulation that brings desired stiffness.
Finally, in halting words, Roger describes his thoughts... the examination room... the table... the stocks... Nurse Rachel.
“So, s****l stimulation brings visio
