Chapter Twenty-eight
“My little girl has nice long n*****s now. Very pretty, Sammy. You’re going to turn a lot of heads.”
Sammy is both pleased and dispirited... happy to know that I am enthused with the process of his transformation... dejected as always to understand his alluring n*****s will bring further lustful looks and comments when I display his leashed and naked form to the general prison population.
Still, there is cause for celebration as I entertain myself in diddling with n*****s which approach, if not exceed, the length of his p***s. Yes, I have slipped away the two and three quarter inch tubes and, as Sammy helplessly hangs on the kitchen wall, taken the time to first palpate and then most sensuously toy with my creations. The sense of empowerment enthralls. I feel moistu
