Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
Shamed beyond belief, under such close scrutiny, I burned red from head to toe.
"He is, look, see how he swells," the other pointed unable to hide her amusement any more. "Is the collar biting yet?"
"Look how it bites, I bet the Tavern ladies like him, straining like that just for them."
The slave girl who broought such a response form my manhood, stepped back to admire her handy work; clamping her hand over her mouth to conceal her mirth.
(Keep yourself on or near edge, using only the brush, feels good right, touching yourself, pretty girls laughing at what they can make your dickette do?)
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