Chapter Forty-Five
Sunday, Jack is quite agitated over his birthday display. And no, he was not m*********d, the girl’s mother deeming that to be over the top.
“Finished with your cleaning?”
“Yes Miss Kelly,” Jack vacuuming completely naked as always.
“Good boy.”
I arise, the Sunday paper partially read. I gather up Jack’s m**********n harness. As promised, if he is not brought to orgasm at a Saturday CFNM gathering, then I milk him. Yet on this occasion I decide to tease a bit. Plus I need to have my own recreation from time to time.
“Come here, Jack.”
He approaches and I detect the conflicting emotions as he spies me holding the waist belt with attached wrist cuffs. He both hates being milked and pines for it. Hates being denied the ecstasy, yet knows a well massaged prostate and
