" I beg your pardon, Miss. We've never been introduced. My name is Donald Johnson. I visited you and your brother when you were recovering from your s...rgeries." I think I may have heard Sam talk about you." Ah, yes. Samantha. I owe that little girl a lot. Tell me, Miss Bond, could you spare a few minutes to talk to an old man?"He looked harmless and he did seem to know me. Sam had met him in the hospital. Something to do with his wife, I think."I would be happy to, Mr. Johnson. My name is. Mistress sat on the side on the cage with her legs dangling over the side, her heels were close to me but outside of my reach, tongue access hampered by the iron bars, all the same I knelt there with my tongue extended and available as the willing footslave I had become.Then my Mistress sat on top of the cage, for the first time I couldn’t see her or her feet, and I felt, alone and degraded to be kneeling naked in a cage in a dark dungeon, with my mind and my cock being teased by a powerful. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and buried her face in his neck, for all the world as if she were about to go to sleep.“Would you like to take a rest, my love?” Aran asked softly.In reply, Rayna shifted her hips and a moment later Aran was embedded in yet another woman, this one just as special as the others. Aran had melded with Rayna – and her friend, Bella, who was currently riding Kedron at the other end while whispering dirty things in the young man’s ear – quite by accident on. Only on this occasion, as he shuddered in distress, he feltit. The faint pulsing of his useless cock, as it dribbled out itspathetically small discharge.In the months that followed, he grew intimately familiar with thatsensation. It became an emblem of his emasculation.Most of the senior nuns used him as a fuck toy, when they weren't simplyforcing him to eat them out. But Sister Felicitywas the one who used himmost often - and most extravagantly.She delighted in exploring every possible use of.