Alison
I remove the cage. God ! How I like to see a cock grow under my eyes, as if the inside of the cage was a parallel dimension that allowed to store more mass than we see.
I caress his erection. I feel his warmth, his veins, vibrating his desire. I take it slightly in hand, and I feel his penis that contracts. Slowly, I close my feminine hand, fine, delicate, on his club, and I masturbate. He moans with pleasure, he blows hard, his breathing quickens.
I look at it, and I like what I see, what I do. I do not smile. Remember, I never smile. It goes with my lack of compassion. The doctors explained to my parents that it was neurological. We realized that when I was little. I did not hesitate to hit my little classmates without making me hot or cold. Apparently it's from birth and there is nothing to do.