I was barely listening; having gone over this route enough times myself; all I wanted was to feel that hand sliding up and down my…
“Oooooh”
The part sigh and part swoon was drawn from me as her hand began to do just that.
“Wouldn’t you say, baby boy?” she asked, hand once again switching to neutral.
“Yes!” I answered instantly, the shaming reality I was being trained as if I were her dog –and had reacted exactly as if I was- unable to match the demands of my need and only kicking in later.
“Good boy,” she applauded at my –or at least my c**k’s- receptiveness to new tricks; pulling my foreskin as far to the base as it would go before beginning another, slow and frustratingly delicious, ascent towards the summit.
“This,” she told me after another slow and delicious rise and fall, “is
