Chapter Twenty Five
Physically Castrated Greets Mentally Castrated
“You’re going to enjoy my maid. Her name is Christy and she serves me naked... and just as with you and the other girly boys at the Institute she’s kept chaste. So you can frolic and play all you wish.”
I speak as I drive, Muffin’s bowed head within range of my voice.
“I may even have you milk her, would you like that? Her testicles remain therefore she needs to be drained from time to time.”
With Muffin as the top harvester of sperm I am very well aware of not only her talents but her proclivity for coaxing massive erections from our helpless well bound donors. The p***s envy is palpable... licking, sucking, and caressing to commence the long slow oozing of semen which in the end results in prodigious discharges of ma
