Chapter Twenty Five
“Eight pounds, six ounces, David. You’re the father of a beautiful little girl. When you had balls, they were quite fecund.”
Mylee has David straining to maintain a stress position. He kneels on his left knee. His right leg is lifted and held straight out to the side. To balance, David’s arms are also held out to the sides. In the hot Mediterranean sun, the effort quickly tires and sweat slowly beads to bring a sheen to David’s skin.
Mylee reaches from behind, smoothes her hand between David’s thighs and gently begins to caress and diddle his steel filled p***s. She feels it twitch and begins to stroke, working her fingers around the locking post. It feels good, yet David must concentrate on maintaining his position. The cane awaits the slightest transgression.
“Goi
