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In my office, awaiting my next client, my mind wanders to the night before, watching Douglas dress after a long day and night of servitude, cooking, thorough restraint, and cleaning, my quim included.
I slept well, needless to say.
He’s a good boy. A psychological mess, one with which I should not trifle but instead better attempt to rehabilitate. Yet deep within, there was noted sanguineness in serving me, and it was evident, particularly in experiencing the unending c*********s, that there was not only acceptance but that Douglas felt a degree of fulfillment.
So if there is happiness, is it best to return him to grim reality? Return his s****l potency and with it the frustration and loneliness of searching for normal female companionship and s****l release? Without teeth, the
