Back to the DormWe return to the dorm. Entering the door, there comes a simple test of my obedience. Beth’s leash hand releases. She turns to look at me, stepping back, arms akimbo. I know what is expected of me. But I’m in a daze, the trip to the pasture, the many donors idling about bound and erect. And of course there was my own tumescence... which continues... the sildenafil citrate patch... Beth’s near nakedness... her guiding hand felt where a man feels the most. Something within rouses defiance.
I decide to speak.
“What if I don’t... go to my booth? Without your controlling hand I could run off.”
Beth smiles... a wicked smile.
“Well, I wouldn’t bother chasing you, if that’s what you’re implying. But keep in mind it’s an island, Mr. Burgess. And the dogs would hunt you down... qu
