Turbo (we’re out of Pepsi, is urine ok?)
6 months
Lying on the bed, wrapped in rubber, hands in mitts, blind and gagged in my pup hood. The milker runs on low, enough to keep me hard but not nearly enough to get me off.
The men laugh from across the room:
“We’re having a great time bitch, wish you could see it”. I whimper.