"Fuck you."Ah, the stud was defiant. This would be fun. He was tall, slim, his face pretty and shadowed by blond hair. My voice alone had already caus...d an erection to strain at the leg of his pants. Even from my distance in the concealed control booth I could see the bulge was considerable.He was striped to the waist, his sculpted muscles delicious in their tense state. Having him topless didn't actually have a damned thing to do with the interrogation; I just wanted to look."Question 1. What. She fondled and sucked on it but Andy’s schlong wouldn’t rise to the occasion.She consulted with a senior sex counselor about what to do. One suggestion was to talk to Andrew about what they had enjoyed doing when they were having sex and remind him how enjoyable it was. Mental stimulation was always important. The counselor asked, “Was there anything that really turned him on?”Carrie replied, “Yes, when we would fuck other people and especially when it was other men doing me. He’d get excited. ” He looked down and rubbed his eyes and mouth. “You fuckin’ pig!” he said. “Please let me go! I’m sorry for everything. Please just let me leave. Please, I’m begging!” I cried to him. “Get on your knees and beg.” He ordered. Having lost all sense of dignity, I knelt before him and begged again for his sympathy. He was expressionless as he watched me plead. He stepped closer to me and stroked the top of my head still watching me. He moved his hand to his crotch and unzipped his pants, pulling. Special laser treatments removed any hint of hisonce bristly face. He didn't bat an eye when she shampooed his hair witha floral scented lotion and conditioner. He didn't react when shecleaned out his ears with cotton swabs or even when she brushed his teethfor him. It would do absolutely no good to argue anyway. He was tootired, too mentally exhausted now to even think about arguing.With his toilet completed Mrs. Hillshire had him put on his nude gaff,yellow long-line high waist girdle. .