“I run him first. Tire him out so he can be tossed about like a pillow.”
With that I was led to the treadmill and a mesmerized Susan watched as I was secured and the control knob turned to bring me to a steady jog.
“Why not change and stretch out a bit?”
No such luck. Susan watched, amazed by my naked form being exercised at the behest of a woman. My erect p***s bobbed about. It would not waver and seemed to further stiffen as Susan giggled. Finally, as my energy level depleted, it slowly de-tumefied and a disappointed Susan finally stepped away to change.
Later, no longer concerned with the possibility of people watching from the sidewalk across the street, Miss Antoinette lectured and flung me about, indeed as one would toss about a pillow. Susan watched as she demonstrated various a
