My last fleeting hope of her having time to think and change her mind went away and I began to cry.
“Just one question before we begin, Cheryl, have you ever let your slave put his p***s inside of you?” Susan asked.
“That’s disgusting,” my wife said. “Why would I ever let a slave do something like that?”
“Has he wanted to?” Susan asked.
“Of course, in his dreams,” my wife laughed.
“I do offer one other service which can give you one more thing to make him suffer with,” Susan said.
“I’m listening.”
She looked at the poor wretch without a p***s and said, “Fetch your manhood.”
He scurried off and returned right away carrying a very lifelike dildo which he handed to her and then slunk down at her feet.
“This looks like a very lifelike imitation of a man’s p***s, doesn’t it, Cheryl?” S
