Chapter Twenty-Nine
I realize the level of mental torment when I feel the firm hand of Mae Lee grasping my p***s in the grip she uses to encourage urination. I thought it was time for release of the straps and am wrong. My mind is lost, floating in a sea of darkness and odd memories.
Though my bladder is full, my erection forestalls immediate response to her quest to have me empty myself. So I must work my abdominal muscles and summon the strength to urinate despite my tumescence, something I learned to do years before in Bangkok. I only hope I have a limited audience.
I feel a flow begin and Mae Lee tenderly toys with a n****e in a gracious and pleasant signal of acknowledgment for my obedience. I can only imagine what the stream of excretion looks like spouting from my erect p***s.
