Chapter Seventeen
Judy
Our Willie does not know that I am a nurse and have had men perform for me in every conceivable position and posture. And yes, though he remains astoundingly engorged, I will teach him something about the male anatomy he probably does not realize. Urination while erect is possible; difficult, but possible.
I’ll just tap away with the walking stick until he summons both the will power and the abdominal strength to open his little valve and let the contents flow.
Such an amusing way to end the afternoon. Humbling the naked male, forcing him to expose himself in performing such an intimate function.
Yet inwardly, young Willie so enjoys himself. I wonder if at his impressionable age he fully understands what Lenore quickly ascertained.
This boy has incredibly deviant proclivities...latent...innate, but amazingly inherent in such a young male. And to Lenore’s friends, such licentious propensities can be facilely transformed to pleasingly effectuate a woman’s entertainment. An entire afternoon of entertainment.
Well, Willie, sometimes it is best to learn these things early in life, I think to myself.
And with that thought, my humbled, leashed doggie begins his flow. I suppress my laughter, I do not wish to break his concentration.