Chapter 1383

• CUCKOLD’S
• NEST He was young and his cock was as hard as a steel rod. No foreplay was necessary. He took off his clothes and, bang: hard and ready. Not like your sad, little caged protuberance. I can’t imagine you were ever like that, were you?” She shook her head in mock sadness as she gazed at Bob. He knelt, naked, with the exception of the chastity device affixed to his cock and balls. He yawned, silently. “Does this bore you?”
• “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more.