Marcy Jenkins’ Ultimatum
“You f**k very nicely... for a man... and a novice,” Executive Vice President Marcy Jenkins interrupting. “You opened yourself like a whore.”
Yes, there is no doubt she reviewed the recording of my long late afternoon at 225 Second Street. Why she insists I narrate the events I don’t know. But I am grateful she intercedes, my voice quaking, emoting in having to recall with such specificity.
“You have another appointment, Ryan, same time on Wednesday. Eager to leave another puddle for your therapist?”
My emotions shift from fear and anxiety to shame and embarrassment. The so termed puddle is the male effluent I was permitted... and encouraged... to spurt to the basement floor. As the woman masterfully sodomized me, the Feeldoe worked my prostate. Despite the pai
