Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.It was only last year t...at Steve had been a toilet slave in the ladies' room at Edge Play, a BDSM-oriented club in New York. He had been their toilet slave for about two months straight. He had only volunteered to do it for one night, but he had failed to read the fine print of his contract and they kept him until another guy volunteered to replace him as a toilet. I slowly leaned down and with my thumb and index finger, I started gently rubbing around the head of his penis, it slowly started to get hard. I could see the thick bluish veins that ran through the shaft of my dad's penis filling with blood and pulsating. I kept softly rubbing it, as it grew hard, minutes later it was hard enough. That I could wrap my hand around it, I then started gently stroking it, it wasn't long before it was nice and hard as granite. Then I slid my lips a little bit down. “We’ll go straight there.” Morgana said. “We should have asked Verenestra to check out her recalcitrant Daoine Sidhe. This is just the sort of thing they’d love to get involved with. And they can hide things from us very well if they put their minds to it,” she added.“Please do so, Mage Morgana,” Simon requested.“Let’s go. You too, Jukar, you deserve to see where this leads,” Morgana ordered.“Thank you, Mage Morgana,” a delighted Jukar replied before we flicked out to the library of remembrance. Ain't gonna do it now." Don't let yourself hurt too much, guy," I told him. "Too much pain isn't good for healing either." Another kiss would help my healing tremendously," he said, forcing a smile. "I didn't get those the last time."I did that. I fed him. I washed him up. And I sat beside him as I did the flute practice I'd missed for three days, and I practiced the exercises I needed and I played the songs my Stoney loves."Tomorrow I'm sitting up with my banjo," he said. "We play together."We.