Chapter Twenty-One
Throughout the night I am watered as directed. I find it curious how quickly I revert to the learned behavior of my Bangkok cell.
When I feel the plastic straw about my lips I know to greedily imbibe. When I feel fingers sliding back my foreskin, I know to release the contents of my bladder.
Where do women such as Mae Lee learn to so deftly handle the male appendage?
She is most adept in assisting in the most basic male function, even on occasion toying with a n****e to relax me when an initial flow is not forthcoming.
And then of course, there comes the release of the straps. Yes, and each so expertly timed. Just when my cortex shuts off the messages of slowly building pain from cramping muscles desperately seeking to move, Mae Lee releases a strap. Starting with
