Chapter Thirty-Nine
Later that afternoon, I note Jack is finally drained. I release him.
“I thought you would masturbate me,” pouting like a child, any joy sensed quite faint.
“No, Jack, m**********n is for a woman’s pleasure not for yours. I will decide when and before whom you are to be climactically relieved of your sperm.”
The week progresses, Jack’s calendar filled with the more mundane but psychologically important toilet cleansings. In walking the city streets in colorful dress and sandals, the high leather neck collar brings even more attention... unwanted attention. Therefore there is little dawdling, Jack moving rapidly from appointment to appointment.
Saturday comes... the prospective limousine ride with Lips Louie.
The randy cocksucker follows up. And once again the prete
