I soon learn why she’s moving, and it’s not just so she can look me in the eye as she yet again imparts the unspoken lesson: that maybe living in meekly emasculated impotence entirely would be easier than having every ever-rarer orgasm ruined even as it was allowed. For some reason Mistress wants to degrade me especially aptly today.
Looming over me in breathtaking nudity, Jill jiggles breasts I’m now allowed to touch only while bathing her, and never barehanded. n*****s I once so unappreciatively suckled look bigger and pointier than ever, and nearly as hard as my pulsating pig-prong (as she calls it these days). Mistress giggles with irrepressible glee.
“It’s almost time for our birthday gift, Dickey. Would you like to have your hormonal balance adjusted first? You know how too much te
