“So in remaining chaste, by way of either my mandate or the psychological transformation of Dr. Grayson, your prostate gland has been neglected. Only counter to Darwin’s theory it becomes swollen, not withered. And in a way it weeps. Ignored and so lonely, it sheds tears—actually prostatic fluid that you would commonly be rid of by way of m**********n or copulation for those normal males not deemed as s*x offenders.”
Miss Margie chuckles, reaching below Roger’s anus to flick the newly dangling bells. Still suffering from the soreness of penetration, Roger grunts, his testicles acquiring new tenderness.
“You’ll acclimate in a couple of days,. physically. But mentally it will be deliciously challenging for you becoming accustomed to the fact that a woman forces you to announce your presenc
