“Go ahead and celebrate for me. Nice and big.”
My soft words, the relative sense of delight, indeed bring tumescence. 061505 performs, the massive appendage slowly engorging to approach the top bars without the need for the tautness of the cords.
“Very good. Now, information can earn a stroke, one which is more tolerable than that offered by Ms. De La Corte.”
My right hand wraps about the fleshy prepuce and gently begins to manipulate.
“I will not permit you to ejaculate but the experience will not be unpleasant. You just have to tell me a story.”
And he does.
The words of 061505 are strained and laggard. His tongue remains sore from the long hot needle Ms. De La Corte had thrust through the tip while he was ostensibly resting between the stints of her excruciating and seemingly endl
