Chapter Sixteen
Heather smiles wickedly and wriggles her finger at David.
“Here boy,” she playfully calls out, emulating the command of master to dog.
David obediently crawls to where Heather lounges beside the pool. She tenderly pinches his cheek.
“Good boy. Sit up for me.”
David lifts himself off his elbows. He has become accustomed to Heather’s inspections. She seems to enjoy palming his burgeoning scrotal sac. Plus it has been two days since his Prince Albert piercing and she regularly tests the filament looped through the tip of his p***s to ensure the skin has not adhered to it.
“All healed. I have a little something for you.”
Heather holds up a hollow tube of stainless steel. It is some six to seven inches long, less than half an inch in diameter. Near one end there is a bulg
