Annette Benson
Watching the helpless male try so hard to greedily bring himself to ejaculation, I can bask in the exchange of power for an entire Saturday night.
But unfortunately the pain from my crisp and whippy cane slowly overrides the pleasure that Willie experiences from Peeties tongue and lips. I begin to detect a slow lessening in his attention on his desire to expend, and I can see the obvious transition to flaccidity.
But it is no matter. There is just enough wine remaining to refill my glass one more time as bedtime approaches. And so I pause with the cane and call for Peetie. He immediately desists his fellatio and Willies p***s springs upwards as Peetie withdraws his lips. It is still firm but not the diamond cutter of moments earlier. It is shiny with Peeties saliva
