Food didn't interest him that night and he couldn't sit still to draw. TV helped a little, as did the creams. He turned in early, and tossed and turne... until, miraculously, the pain abated around 3:00 and he could finally sleep.It was a bleary-eyed and disoriented David who walked into the bathroom to begin his morning routine. 'Thank God that itching is gone. I don't know how I'm going to survive if it comes back. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.'Cancel the doctor's appointment or keep. Cut after cut followed, each delivered with precision. The boys buttocks were soon a mass of livid stripes.And then it happened - a particularly vicious stroke landed square across his balls. He squealed like a pig, and Miss Priscilla gave a little grin. "I'm sorry" she said, but I think that from an expert like Miss Priscilla the cut was well intended.From this point on the boy was struggling, gasping and pulling at his bonds. Miss Priscilla proceeded with her work, but no further strokes to. It's been in a dry spell and my beefy cock is “cuming” at the right time. She tugs on my balls. “I love hairy balls” she says, looking up so excitedly. Taking a break to clear her throat of one. Then sticking her nose in my pubic patch to sniff, taking in my earthy scent. She loves a man that smells good. With her approval and smile upon her face, she looks up and says “I love your cock”. I smile back, stroke the bridge of her nose and say thats my good girl. My stiff shaft standing at. I again told her about my thoughts of dirty old men, young men, strangers, looking at her naked body and jerking off. Telling her to imagine men who haven’t been laid in years, maybe never..older men, strange men, weird men...looking at her body as they stroked themselves. I told her to think of them wanting to use their horny cocks on her, cum inside her pussy, her ass, on her tits, her feet... anywhere she liked... of her sucking strange cocks, every shape, size and color. As we touched each.