Chapter Twenty
It is a balmy Saturday afternoon. Most of the ache from the ten and one half inch implants has passed. It seems that despite the added width, over time my body has come to more quickly adapt to the larger sized insertions. Thus although leaving Devotion Farm only six weeks before, I am pleased to find that my p***s feels almost normal.
However, there are other concerns. The young nurse reported that I attempted to frottage the underside of my p***s against her leg during an evening trip to the bathroom. Yes, although altered, I need to feel my manhood press against something and my secured hands obviate the ability to play with myself as I used to do so fervently for the Princess.
So on occasion I will furtively push against a controlling hand or unsuspecting leg and del
