Judy
House chores beckon. Since I can see Willie from my bedroom window I occasionally take the time to pause and glimpse down to assure hes behaving. The return walk to Lenore and Chloes back yard is less than a minute should there be a problem.
Though living a vanilla life of normal heterosexuality, having complete control of a young male does have a certain stimulating effect. And Willies impressive, succulent organ so delightfully swells. In the hospital, as trained and authorized, we swat down the offending appendage before it rises to embarrass all and inhibit treatment. But with Willie, I can enjoy the reaction, let the tube of flesh fully blossom and easily work around it.
Still, since control is the goal and that which excites Chloe more than anything, there must be some way
