More of Day Twelve
Roberto hears the clasps being released. Is it his imagination? It seems like only a few hours since his daily feeding and cleansing.
As a precaution he works his PC muscles. With a crack of light appearing he can feel an engorging p***s twitch. He clenches his eyes closed, hoping for full tumescence with the untimely visit of Miss Karen.
“Oh, he is a beauty, Karen. I like the beige pigmentation. From Mexico you say. A little time in the tanning room and we can make him a golden brown.”
The voice is husky yet female. Though chagrined to be displayed before an unknown woman, curiosity forces Roberto to fully open his eyes before they have acclimated. The face of a mature women greets his gaze. Dark hair, some graying at the temples, she is garbed in the white uniform
