Miss Daphne thrust up and down, the c**k going in deep, as she moved her hand on her c**t faster and faster. She came with a groan, and fell back, putting all her weight on me.
She got off. I didn’t expect any pleasure for myself, even though I had tried to hold myself exactly as she wanted. But I was happy enough to have been of service. Miss Daphne slipped her clothes back on, then removed the c**k-gag from my mouth. “Now you can watch me milk the pup,” she said.
I asked her what that was exactly. “Though he’s in permanent denial, more or less, I have to draw off some of his semen from time to time. It helps to keep him docile, to be drained. I prefer to do it this way rather than jerk him off, because he doesn’t get any pleasure. Pleasure from his c**k is something he needs to forget.
