I dipped my fingers and got a shock. The pain helped steady me. I punished my face with cold water, and when my hands were frozen, I unbuckled my jean..., tugged my boxers down, spread my legs and grabbed my wang. It was like controlling a bucking bronco, but I won the battle within seconds. My wang spasmed, then shrivelled up like a balloon with a hole in it as I doused it. I could feel the power seeping out of my shaft and back into my bloodstream and it was mostly gone by the time I flushed. "S-S-Seventee-een strokes for a nau-au-aughtee-ee boy," he blubbered,his voice very close to losing speech as he burst into tears, and thenhis counting stopped. His punishment continued, but his voice wailed andmoaned uncontrollably as he lay still beneath his Mistress and acrosshis mother-in-law's knee, helplessly gurgling moan after moan as hisbuttocks barely noticeably rose and fell in front of her jabot.Crystal gripped him by the hair, only too aware of what her husband wasdoing, and her. It must have been after they adjusted her collar to help her keep wet all the time. It had been a month now since her cunt had last been dry. She found it hard to think straight now, and when she did think it was mostly to concentrate on how good her pussy felt or where she could get some sperm from.The idea of resisting the Clinic seemed silly to her now. The Clinic was teaching Laura how to cum more often from being used by men, and Laura liked cumming. It was teaching her how to get men. So far, so good. He studied the colours. But how would he know which-?"The pink one."He turned, blushing.The woman was pleasant. Attractive in the summer. Low cut blouse andskirt. It was a good look on her. Smooth legs, he thought dismally, awarethat his would look the same tonight."I'm just pick-choosing-" he stammered, and then muttered quietly: "Formy wife." Would you like some help, Honey?"He looked down and nodded. She knew. She had to know. And what would shebe thinking about the contents.