“Good,” she sneered, eliciting a whine with an exceptionally cruel twist on both of my t**s. “But I have to say – and I never quite dreamed I would – that just riding you like this is getting a tad bit boring, boy. Not much, but just a bit. Of course, the day I let you get on top of me will never, ever occur. The very thought is blasphemous. But we’ll have to try something a little different next week. In any case, I’m done with you for now. I want you out of my house and off my property.”
And with that she finally quit on my n*****s, deflated and removed the gag (for which I was immeasurably grateful) and untied me.
At first my deadened limbs refused to support me, and I was forced to tumble to the floor and crawl for the door. This amused Dr. Teasel no end, of course. But finally I man
