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Multiple orgasms, I don’t shriek like some women, but Douglas, an impotent Douglas, is well aware of my many pleasures, the guttural outbursts just not to be withheld.
I am soaked, inside and out, and the room reeks of sweat and the musky scent of feminine arousal. Rising from my nirvanic slump, I don a robe, somewhat revealing, and step to inspect my trussed servant.
“You inspire some wonderful climaxes, Douglas,” I flippantly offer.
He remains where I want him, of course, naked, supine with ankles, thighs, waist, chest, wrists, biceps, and head all strictly secured in padded nylon. A shame to partially cover his pubescence, but there is exposed that useless p***s and the comically plucked scrotal sac, plump neglected testicles within. I brazenly reach and for the first
