The stadium erupts in exultation; my mistresses all charge forward and pile upon Nadja in a delirious group hug before lifting her onto their shoulders in triumphant celebration. In contrast I can only slump weakly in exhausted weepy relief, groaning anew as that constant and never-ending penile stimulation intrudes back upon my awareness more demandingly than ever.
In point of fact nothing has been confirmed for me yet despite this wonderful outcome. I still have at least an hour (possibly many more) of torturous suspense to endure before learning of my owner’s ultimate intentions for my pathetically virginal erection.
She promised me I could keep this if we won. But something about her arch smile (amongst so much other evidence) suggests otherwise. I can only hope this glorious finish
