To the Psychologist“Nude, leashed... nicely oiled... and erect. You must feel quite proud in showing yourself for me, Mr. Burgess.”
Am I? My thoughts come as Beth playfully jostles my testicle leash in strolling together to the medical building where yesterday I was meticulous measured. Perhaps I do feel a bit like a show horse... a stallion. The morning routine ended with a very sensuous full body massage, sun tan lotion rubbed slowly about with fingers working to compress every muscle. With a new sildenafil citrate patch in place, achieving full stand has been facile. Beth is pleased with my erection... and there is coming odd satisfaction pleasing her in turn.
Missing is what I’ve been told is the daily injection to my scrotum, stretching my sac, bringing growth to my testicles and sp
