The result was that Little Sam was cleverly locked away. And tumescence was painfully impossible, as I found when awakening to the sounds of Liz being serviced and experiencing her fifth or sixth orgasm of the night.
Little Sam wanted to join in the merriment and found it agonizingly impossible to even salute.
“You’ll find the CB-2000 to be physically comfortable Sam, but mentally wearing. Over time you’ll become used to it and the fact that Jamie has the only key. It’s not a long walk from your office and you can stop in for cleansing and adjustment from time to time. But you’ll have to arrange that with Jamie.”
I learned much from Liz’s brief comment. A ‘CB-2000', the device was termed. But that thought passed quickly as the notion of Jamie holding the key brought sudden consternati
