Day Thirty-Eight
Roberto reflects on his uncomplicated existence. Without lifting a finger, just his p***s, he humorously thinks to himself, his bladder and bowels have been relieved, he’s been fed, bathed, massaged and now Miss Karen tilts his casket for the highlight of his day... freedom.
Life is good. No worries. No cares. There is one responsibility... one obligation... keep his p***s stiff in Miss Karen’s presence.
With the many days of chastity, with her natural beauty, with a nearly naked Joey prancing about... dancing about... the sole task has become facile. Psychologically there seems to be little stimulation required. Operant conditioning has brought nearly chronic tumescence... when his lid is open.
There is some remorse in understanding that with the desired obedient reac
