Chapter Twelve
Miss Beatrice continues to set a subtle rhythm. With her hands on my yoke she controls the penetrating motion, in... out... in... out... and occasionally leans to peer under my belly. I can feel the tip of my erect p***s pressing against my abdomen.
“Yes, very nice, Captain. You’re slowly working that neglected prostate gland and ridding yourself of all that nasty fluid. Quite an impressive flow. I’m afraid it’s necessary to keep it stimulated.”
Interesting how she delves into a subject which so occupied Ms. Nancy during her month long stay. Her comment forces me to ask.
“When will I be m*********d again?”
The last visit from Miss Betty was many days ago, though as stated it is difficult to account for time in the windowless cell. And with the weeks of daily and thorou
