..they just fuck SO much better!" How do they fuck better?" I asked. I was so intrigued by the intimacy our conversation that I was getting turned on,...and my cock (which was on the small size!) grew erect behind my zipper as we were laying together on her bed."They just---DO," she said. "I mean, it's not just that they have really big cocks, it's also the WAY they use them. The white guys I've been with (sexually) were nice. They were thoughtful. Considerate. Gentle. But as far as fucking went,. ”“Teach it?” Katrin said. “You should get rid of it!”“It’s not hurting me now, and it’s also helped me.”“Helped how?” Corec asked.“The room it was in, with the mushrooms and the moths—they were all dying. The staff helped me save them.”“The moths?” He exchanged a confused glance with Katrin. “What do they matter?”“I think they might be unique. I’m not sure anything like them exists anywhere else. Not just the moths but everything else growing in that room.”Shavala had known he wouldn’t. OK?” Having no idea what you had in mind, I did as you asked and pulled out of you slowly until the head of my cock was completely out, then rolled over toward the pillow and lay on my back. You sat up a bit, moving onto your elbow, looked into my eyes and then slowly moved your eyes down until you could see the rest of me. When your eyes reached my erect cock, you made that cute little noise where you suck in your breath. You looked back at me and said, “Now just lie still.” With that, you. Meanwhile Lindsay had inserted a familiar enema valve and had begun filling me up inside with a warm liquid that made me sweat. This pressed on my bladder, which was already painfully full."From now on, you aren't permitted to even think the word 'I': there is no I in your vocabulary or in your thoughts, there is only Lindsay's pet, or Mistresses pet. Do you understand?" She said.I didn't, but I nodded anyway. Just the simple act of standing exhausted my oxygen budget, I didn't have the energy.