What a Predicament
As I recall I spent a good hour that day dictating your masturbation to you. I would have you stroke in whatever fashion I wished until a clear drop of pre-cum emerged from your throbbing dick. Then I would act a little disgusted, make you wipe it off on your shirt, and let you cool down a minute before telling you to stroke again. By the end of that hour you were shaking all over as you struggled to retain control. You were desperate to cum, but even more desperate to stay near me and to please me. Then I left you again, naked and horny, to finish the job alone.
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