Not only did this device prevent me cumming. it was uncomfortable for me to even get hard.Linda had insisted on the device following my seeming innabi...ity to not cum the second she touched my cock. she said I was suffering from something called premature ejaculation.Linda always referred to me as "princess" once I was dressed.Once I was dressed, Linda would often tease me about being such a sissy, and threaten to never allow me to cum again. I had promised that I would not jerk off until she. Forget I mentioned it.” “Why don’t you like the family get-togethers?” I asked, curious. “You don’t want to know babe. Just forget about it.” He told me as he fixed his sandwich. “I do though.” I told him looking up. “Why is it such a ‘thing’ for you?” He stood there and stared at me for a little while. His eyes dropping along my body for the briefest moment before he looked away. He shrugged. “All these things go the same way – I spend the whole night defending my life choices.. The memory of a half-naked Steven, above me, pressing me into the bed as he kissed me and we thrust our hips together sped up the process even more. I was already soaking wet down there - leftovers from the middle of the night activities or perhaps the shower, I assumed - and the slipperiness of my natural lubrication made sparks jump across my clitoris with even the gentlest of touches.Gasping for breath and moaning his name, I came in a gush of fluid that would have left a wet spot on my. Did she want to have a veto on which parties she attended. No that would only spoil her enjoyment, that was part of the fun, the not knowing. Sukky didn’t forget about Chris, he would get his own contract, if he wanted it. Sukky signed willingly, as willingly as she had that first time. Sukky was happy. She would fuck for The Company, when The Company said, where they said, and with whoever they said. Sukky was a contract girl, she had no say in the matter. She was theirs to command, theirs to.