Fingers gripped my penis again and pulled it down between my legs. It was pressed into what felt like a trough made of the same cold rubber and someth...ng was wrapped and fastened over the top holding it firmly in place. It was very tightly held in place but obviously in some sort of receptacle designed to hold it as it didn't feel as if it were being crushed. The whole arrangement was very tight and semi-rigid and while I couldn't call it comfortable I did like the feeling. I had the feeling. I only had 2 dresses and did not wear them unless it was sunday and we were going to church.One day dad,mom, and my brother had loaded up the cattle trailer with some steer calfs and had left to take them to the cattle auction and sell. Leaving me at home alone to clean the house, and do the chores I had to do every day. Feed the chickens, gather eggs, milk the goat, That was our only milk supply we had. Which I had gotten done very early in the morning and finally had the house cleaned.I. Me: Yeah, I can understand because of lockdown. So, how are things in Mumbai?Me: Nothing much is going on here. I feel pretty lonely.Mami: Why? Don’t you have friends?Me: Yeah, but my plan after shifting to Mumbai was to get a girlfriend. I haven’t been able to do thatMami: Oh, that’s so cute, hahaha. What’s your dream girlfriend like?Me: I’d like a girl that has a sense of humor, a certain level of class, and a good taste in films.Mami: That’s good, but I mean physically. How do you want her. Writer KMB allowed me to include a nod to his "Harem" series (which takes place in a separate but connected universe from my own celebrity fanfiction). I give my thanks to these great artists for letting me plug their writings. I also credit Greg Weisman, John Kovalic and the creators of all the other works mentioned in the text. I don't own any of these people's conceptions and I did not contact any artist other than KMB and Nick Scipio for prior advertising assent. However, all these.