“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yes. Yes, I am,” he said.
“It must be torture for you,” she whispered, smiling.
“Yes,” he said. “It’s torture.” His c**k was swelling again.
She smiled. “She’s enjoying it.”
“I know she is.” They stood in the moonlight for a long moment.
“Is it true you can’t come?” she asked.
“Yes. She had them put in a control circuit when she bought me,” he said. “Combined with the arousal controller, it’s agony.”
“Mmm,” she purred. “You can’t come. No matter what.”
His heart was pounding. “That’s right,” he said.
She began stroking his n*****s; he slumped back against the mirror. Slowly she kissed down his chest, then took his pulsing purple c**k in her hands. She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered out to capture the bead of fluid that
