Chapter Eight
The door opens and I am soon taking more water. Then as I expected, I hear the metallic clink of a basin being placed under the split seat of the chair. Feminine fingers take hold of my p***s. With the encouraging sounds of ‘pssst’... ‘pssst’, I know to open myself and attempt to perform for Mae Lee. I am tempted to ask about Miss Denise but am determined to avoid the clamping of my tongue. Thus I remain silent. Instead, all thoughts revert back to Bangkok. In being handled by the Asian woman, the diabolical Miss Denise has re-immersed my subconscious into the ordeal that forever changed my life.
My excretion begins, spurring a chuckle from the controlling Mae Lee. She has, most knowingly, slipped back my foreskin to foster neatness in my flow and in the shame of being so
