Chapter Seven
Finally, I’d managed to stop screaming. My scorched throat was just too raw and sore to continue. Shivering and mewling feverishly I clenched and unclenched my numb fingers in a senseless rhythm. As Reyna stepped over to the nearest rack I danced from foot to foot on the tips of my toes, flexing my restless legs one after another. My flaming-hot erection waggled up and down maddeningly with my movement but only slightly. It was just so fiercely hard that it couldn’t flop wildly about as it normally would have. Glancing down at it in appalled distress I could see veins stranding out on the pinkish-red shaft I’d never noticed before. Yet not only did these map my vascular system in the manner of a bodybuilders’ arms, they even visibly pulsed in time to the frantic beat of my h
