Chapter Eleven
“Concentrate, Mr. Dawson. You must be acclimated to the presence of women by now.”
The nurse held a beaker in her left hand and my p***s in her right. I stood with hands on my head as my three guards smirked in observing the white uniformed woman control, insisting on a urine sample.
Finally a flow began and I provided the sample. The beaker filled rapidly and I was commanded to stop. I writhed in discomfort as the nurse took away the sample and leisurely returned with a basin. She resumed holding my p***s, and I finished my business. My antics brought laughter from my audience.
“OK. Now for some posing. Just a little procedure so I can judge your muscle tone. Over here please, Mr. Dawson.”
With so many electrical cattle prods standing at the ready, I without delay pran
