“Welcome, Doctor. The timing couldn’t be better.”
As Dr. Helga speaks, Naomi hands her the newly crafted band. The bag is opened by the Doctor’s latex, gloved hands and she holds the newly crafted implement next to the bulbous, purple head of the Danish lad’s p***s. Physics would dictate that there was no way that such a small diameter ring could be slipped over such a large cylinder of flesh. But alas, I remind myself that the sophisticated scanning device and the computer milling machine eliminate all human error.
“As you can see, this one seems to enjoy his n****e shields. He’s been erect from the time we attached them.”
Dr. Helga nods to Jasmine who acknowledges with a smile. The large black nurse wordlessly slaps the very tip of the erection with a knowing swing of her hand. The Da
