“But why... Why didn’t you tell me... Why didn’t you say anything?”
Lady Kimbrough pressed her hands even tighter together. “Because I saw... I saw how happy Emory was. And you too. And even though I verbally tortured you, belittled and cut you down whenever I could, I just couldn’t bring myself to do that. You were both so happy and I...just didn’t want to f**k that up.”
She removed the leather sheath from my scrotum, then the spiked cockring. My erect p***s was nettled with tiny impressions, none of the spikes had broken my skin, but it was a near thing in more than one instance. Lady Kimbrough untied a knot in the suspension rope in a ring on the wall and I fell to the floor, my sweat covered body spent, except for my erection. Of all of me, that part was still vigorous and eager. Yet
