And thereafter come the ten words taught by Miss Candace... ‘Thank you, Sir, may I clean your p***s for you?’
Such a debasing deed.
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“Just a little pin prick,” a pleasant Nurse Rita apprizes.
She is correct, but the prick is to my p***s! But for the many straps of my sleeping table my tensing muscles would thrust me into the air.
“Give you a nice big hard on... well... a hard on any way,” she adds with a giggle.
I feel something... down there... that I have not felt in over a year. The skin on my p***s is stretching!
Nurse Rita moves to the top of my sleeping table where my head rests, held almost completely immobile by the restrictive posture collar. Her hands work to lift, straining against the thick layer of foam. She slips a pillow beneath. In my lower peripheral vision I ca
