Love in Cathedral Heights Book Three: Gerry's AgonySubmitted by: Justin
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Gerry was tired... his heels were killing him. Stilletos just weren’t made for a six foot five, one hundred ninety-five pound man, even heels specially purchased at the Tranny Warehouse. And it was drizzling rain. How do women do this every day, he thought. Walk around on these ghastly things. They felt like they were pounding into his feet. And it was drizzling rain, two in the morning. Gerry looked down at his hand holding the tiny purse, one of the bright magenta paste-on nails was falling off. Only half a block, he’d be home. It was a good thing he’d hitched a ride from the Waterfront back to Cathedral Heights, though the guy had demanded a freebie...
When Keri had sent him out to the waterfront the night before, Gerry had begged her to let him drive, or at least take some money. "No, no, Gerald." She’d laughed. "You’re not going to get the car stolen in that awful neighborhood. If you want to earn cab money back over the target amount, that’s your business. Here is a bus token to get there... remember, if you don’t bring home at least one hundred dollars... no squirtee!"
Gerry had first approached the dockworkers outside of Mike’s Grill with offers of a blowjob for fifty dollars. They’d laughed at him. One had shoved him, saying "Look, if you think I’d pay fifty bucks to a drag queen -- " "No, I’m a girl." Gerry had used a miserable high voice. As the guys doubled over, laughing, Gerry’s shoulders sank. Former rugby players rarely look like Marilyn Monroe, even with a blonde wig, heavy make up and gold lame dress.
Starting from eleven-thirty on, he’d managed to give seven five dollar blowjobs and three ten-dollar ones, kneeling in the alley. No one had wanted to take poor Gerry back to their place. The last time Keri’d sent him out, that time to a truck stop, one black custodian had sodomized Gerry over a sink in the men’s room and at least he’d gotten twenty dollars, but then someone else had stolen Gerry’s fox fur, and Keri had beaten him with a straightened coat hanger for what seemed like hours. This time, at least, all his clothing and paraphrenaila had remained intact.
But he’d only made sixty-seven dollars... on the last, two dollar blowjob, to a homeless schizo who kept muttering to himself, Gerry’s jaws had felt like lead and the john had kept grabbing Gerry’s ears and jamming the cock deeper down Gerrys revolted, heterosexual throat. Gerry would’ve stayed even past two, but there were no more customers, and he was soo tired... but that meant no orgasm.
In the five years that Gerry and Keri had been together, since Keri had taken over training after the death of her aunt, Gerry’s beloved Miss Helen, Keri had allowed the cock cage off plenty, for extended teases from her nimble fingers while her slave-boy was tied down -- Gerry was amazed at how such a tiny little hand could make him feel like he had a rioting groin -- but she’d always stopped right before Gerry was about to cum--and had only let Gerry cum -- and that from his OWN hand -- eighteen times. Just a little over two squirts a year---and he always had to pass a test, when his 90 days of celibacy were up... or she’d just give him more time.
In December, Gerry had been orgasm-free, but constantly teased for 90 days, and Keri had given him the "soap test", cutting up five yellow laundry soap bars into little chips, and telling Gerry to eat them all with a fork, within ten minutes... "Such a filthy mouth you have." Sure was tonight. Gerry had begun vomiting after three minutes, and Keri’d given him another thirty days in the cage, before the next test, which involved him doing enough sit-ups and crunches to learn autofellatio -- to bend over and suck his own dick. "Because onanism is so childish, Gerald." But, as good shape as the poor guy was in, even after thirty days of exercise, he couldn’t reach his cock with the mouth, and then after another thirty, he still couldn’t. After this had been electrical play... then speculum testing... wimped out..
So the last three 30 day extensions had been over Gerry’s inability to bring home one hundred dollars for selling his mouth along various seamy avenues... "I’m the worst pimp-ette in the world." Keri remarked ruefully, after Gerry’d come home with eight dollars one miserable night."But if you can’t make enough men cum, I’ll see that you not cum yourself... been over nine months, honey, get on it." And tonight, if he ever got home, he’d get another horrible 30 days... But could he just get home? Gerry stumbled over a heel, and fell in a mud puddle. He began crying, but stopped himself, and crawled the final twenty feet home.
Oh the house. Finally. Gerry looked through his purse, negotiating the paste-on nails clumsily, for the key... it wasn’t there. She had literally sent him out to the D.C. waterfront in full drag, and all there’d been in the purse was a bus token and a lipstick. "To freshen up, Gerald... you know the boys won’t want to skull-fuck you unless your mouth looks appealing."
Gerry began knocking, as the rain increased. It was pelting him now. Finally, a sleepy voice was heard on the other side of the door. "Yes, who is it, please?" "It’s me, Miss Keri." Gerry tried to use his little-girl voice, as he’d been instructed. "Who?" Gerry could hear the faint chuckle. "Your little trollop Gertie, Miss Keri." "Who?" Gerry begged "Please, Miss Keri, let your little whore in... I’ve worked hard for you all night." God it was wet. Why didn’t they have more of a doorstep? "Did you make your minimum, baby?" Keri didn’t sound hopeful... "No ma’am... "Gerry moaned. "My knees are bleeding from kneeling in that alley, sucking those awful men, my fishnet stockings are torn, it’s raining -- " "But did you make a C-note, dearest, or not?" "I made over half of it, sixty-seven dollars -- " "Gerald, you didn’t even TRY. Sit on that porch til dawn."
Thwack! Gerry was now inside the house, but it was escaping the frying pan into the fire, as it were. Keri had him over the arm of the couch with his panties and stockings at his knees, now soggy lame dress flipped over his back. At some point Keri realized that it was an embarrassing for her and probably traumatizing for passers-by, even at four in the morning ( Gerry’d been out there for two hours) to see a muddy transvestite huddling and sneezing on one of the nicest porches on Macomb Street in Cathedral Heights, the most expensive neighborhood in Washington, DC.
"Well, Gerald?" Keri waited , bamboo cane in hand. "Oh, (a-choo) Forty-five Ma’am. Thank you for (a-choo!) punishing me." Keri raised the cane again, pulling the angora sweater snugly over her breasts "WHACK!" Another landed squarely across Geri’s now quite welted bare buttock. "Forty (achoo) six, Ma’am. (a-choo!) Thank you for pun-punishing me." Gerry burst into tears. "Please, no more, Miss Keri! What a night I’ve had!" "No, you’ve embarrassed this house by your disgusting presence on the steps." WHACK! "Forty-seven (achoo) Ma’am. Thank you for punishing me. But Miss Keri, you locked me out." WHACK! "You were out there, my dear, because you didn’t come up with the minimum $100... I’m a tough pimp... now what do you say?" "Forty-eight, Miss (achoo) Keri... Waah! You broke a blister... " Gerry was falling apart now...
Later, Gerry was naked, spread-eagled to the four posters of Keri’s Princess bed... he’d been given a little Robitussin for the sneezing, and had received a delicious bath from his mistress... he was now warm and cozy, physically, though of course he was unable to move. He would’ve been able to doze off, even, except for what was happening to his groin area... Miss Helen, in her declining years, had been unable to tease Gerry more than once every two weeks, leaving him caged the rest of the time... but Keri had incredible energy, and put him through the paces, it seemed, daily.
"Jesus, Gerald... look at that vein. Close to bursting, I would think" Keri traced a cherry-red nail along the sensitive underside of Gerry’s straining cock, very slowly. She’d already jacked him once to where the semen was hitting the urethra, before pulling away her soft fingers... that was ten minutes ago, and she had to be careful now. Very slowly, or else there would be an unauthorized squirtee... and her bullwhip was being restrung right now. Keri lightly rubbed the vein once more, before circling the head of Gerry’s cock with her fingers and palm, and massaging, just the head... "Oh, Miss Keri... " Gerry mumbled. "I can’t take it... can’t you let me cum for honest effort? No one else wanted me to suck them... all the guys laughed at me... one told me I needed (a-choo) a shave!"
Keri began giggling at this... "Oh, God... you do have way too much testosterone for a transvestite... but of course you’re not interested in transvestism, Gerald... nor sucking cocks... all for me! Coming in (giggle) lip gloss smeared, stockings torn... with sixty-seven DOLLARS... " Keri was only about a hundred ten pounds, and as she doubled over, thinking of her poor involuntary transvestite, it looked dangerously as if she might fall off the bed. She righted herself, breasts heaving, and squirted some lubricant on her forefinger, tracing it all over Gerry’s cock until it glistened. "Looks almost like a missile, baby... " "Please, Miss Keri! I’ve been so good... and my cock is about to burst! Won’t you... what are you doing with the Reynolds Wrap?"
Keri was cutting off a sheet of aluminum foil. Where had she had the box on the bed? Didn’t Gerry ever see anything? She began wrapping the foil loosely around Gerry’s cock, fitting it down to just above the testicles, so it looked somewhat like the Washington Monument. "What is this? Miss Keri, I’m not going in the oven, am I?" Keri shook her head, giggling, and bent over the head of the tented shaft. She put her mouth around the tip of the foil and began humming... "Hmmm-mmmm-" Gerry’s cock felt like it was vibrating... and growing warm. Keri breathed heavily on the foil some more " MMM-MM". The heated vibrations of the foil were tickling Gerry’s undershaft. The tickle was driving him crazy! The semen of nearly eleven months was rising to the top, but it didn’t seem like there was quite enough friction... almost, but not quite. Gerry began arching his back, attempting to force the foil into Keri’s mouth. Closing his eyes, he strained against the ropes... Suddenly he felt anguish. His penis was ripping. Opning his eyes, Gerry saw Keri had taken her mouth off the foil tip, and had grabbed the middle of the shaft with her hand, grasping the foil tightly. Searing pain invaded Gerry’s tender skin, as the sharp edges of the foil rubbed the sides of his dick. "Okay, Gerald, you want me to wank you off... here goes!" Keri began pulling the foil viciously up and down the shaft, in a horrific handjob... "This is what you want, this is what you get... " Gerry tried to stand it, he knew he had to empty his balls. If he could just cum! He didn’t need to enjoy it, but he had to release..
So sick of waking up in the middle of the night with a boner rubbing the sides of the cage... because he had been having a wet dream about his paralegal, a wet dream which never came off, because he couldn’t get a full erection with that goddamn cage on... Could he come now? "No, no more!" Gerry screamed. His cock was being massacred by the sharp foil. "What’s wrong Gerald?" Keri asked through her teeth, slamming the foil from glans to balls, again and again "Not enjoying this? I thought you---"AAAUGH!" Gerry was now going limp, thank God. His penis felt like it had been chopped up in a Ginsu commercial... .finally, Keri stopped. Taking off the foil, Keri surveyed the blisters, some of them purple-ish, that covered the glans cockhead and balls. "Honey, I was going to give you a free cum... but you don’t want one... so sad.." She left the bed and went to the bathroom, bringing back some iodine and a jar. Gerry looked at the label "Ben Gay". He fainted.
Thirty days later, Gerry’s dick was healed, but relieved, and he had come back with only 33 dollars, and a bleeding rectum from a gang-rape. Spreadeagled again and Keri working on Gerry’s cock. She grasped the base of his shaft and rubbed the small base of skin between the head and the shaft, delicately between her thumb and index finger. After about 20 minutes of this, still grasping the shaft with her left hand, Keri took the fingers of her other hand and formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, twisting it around the shaft just where it joined the glans, occasionally bringing the finger-ring up and down the top of his throbbing organ." Ma’am, you’re killing me... " Gerry mumbled "The semen is pulsating at the tip " Keri chortled, then placed her fingertips over Gerry’s cockhead like a closed umbrella and gently squeezed them up and off the tip."Just calm down, Gerald. You’re doing fine... and isn’t this more fun than coming in ten seconds anyhow?" Keri’s thumbs went up to the head’s slit and rubbed alternating thumbs up and down the slit..
Gerry felt himself getting close. Keri would do untold tortures to his cock if he came without permission -- the last time, she’d whipped it with a car radio ariel -- so he spoke up. "Miss Keri, I am about to come... permission?" Gerry was arching his hips up, trying to push his penis into Keri’s soft, wandering hands with their long red nails. Keri stopped her ministrations immediately, primly folding her hands in her lap.
"Aaagh" Gerry closed his eyes and fell back on the bed again. His cock and balls felt leaden, and his urethra was hurting at this point. It had been nearly a year. Eleven months ago, Keri had gotten a hairy gay construction worker to jerk Gerry to the point of orgasm, and then made Gerry finish the job with his left hand, cumming all over the guys steel-tipped work shoes... and then Gerry’d had to lick it off, and then use his mouth up at the crotch for "compensation"
After watching Gerry hump air for a while, Keri emptied a vase of roses on his crotch. The thorns burned, but the cold water from the bottom of the vase eliminated some of the erection. Then Keri picked the roses up by the blossom side and lashed Gerry’s cock with the thorns until it was quite small. "Thanks again for sending these to me yesterday" Keri said, as she locked on the cock cage and then untied him "... Never thought a dozen cut roses could be so utilitarian. Now change these wet bedsheets!"
One night Keri told Gerry that they were going to have a nice night out... it’d been a long time since Gerry had been allowed to cum "And tonight, Gerald, I’m going to let you go out without the cage... .You’ve been doing so well, I want it to be more of a date for us, you know?" She looked really stunning in one of those super tight t-shirts and a miniskirt that was made of the kind of material that was made for the blue bandannas that Gerry wore in high school. God, it was short. She looked good in anything, yesterdays she’d come to the office in a tight pink top, and a white skirt with heels, and spent half an hour crushing his cock with them while the secretary and paralegal took their lunch hour... he’d looked rather ridiculous lying on the floor of the ornate office with all the diplomas and awards... naked in the shag rug with his penis jutting to the side and Keri getting on and off it with her heel... and then she began kicking the penis like it was a Soccer ball... ooh... but then the cage went back on. There’d been no teasing that night, as Keri had had a date with some guy she’d met at the pool... but tonight she’d promised something great... a night out without the cage! A date night, in fact...
They’d walked through Old Town, Alexandria and bought ice cream, watching the other milling couples. Keri had taken the hopeful Gerry to a secluded bench sheltered by lush trees and bushes and they’d sat down together. "Miss Keri, thank you for holding hands with me." Gerry was so thrilled. She was so beautiful, and her cleavage was practically falling out of the little t-shirt. Keri kissed him lightly on the mouth, and as she licked her sherbert, she dropped her red talons to the crotch of his khakis, and scratched the crotch lightly. Gerry had immediately bulged up, and how free he felt! There were no evil steel chastity cage bars rubbing his shaft raw tonight! As if reading his thoughts, Keri finished her sherbert and unzipped his pants, pulling Gerry’s penis out, manipulating it in traditional torture... five quick strokes, ten slow ones. "Toss the Oreo cone away, you’re too fat for the second scoop anyway, Gerald. Sit on your hands, so you don’t try to take over from me, baby... you know what I do when you try to touch yourself. Don’t pout, baby... Look at the big wee-wee! You’re trembling, honey. You like it when I scratch the head with my long red nail... it’s been a while since you squirted, huh? Maybe I’ve been too hard on you... you want a little tonight?" v She’d whispered in his ear,making him think of the lyrics from "Bette Davis Eyes"... But then there was a rustle in the bushes, and she’d dropped the now pre-cum sodden penis, and put her hands in her lap primly, and Gerry’d had to stuff his cock back in, seriously singing it on the zipper...
Keri’d whispered in Gerry’s ear lightly, making think of the lyrics from "Bette Davis Eyes" ... But then there was a rustle in the bushes and she’d dropped the now pre-cum sodden penis, and folded her hands primly. Gerry’d had to stuff his stiff cock back in, impossible to bend it in the blood engorged state it was in... Ooh... "What’s wrong, baby... oh you singed it on the zipper... get it in there, hon, you don’t want to get disbarred for indecent exposure."
At the multiplex, they’d bought tickets to the kind of chick flick that Gerry couldn’t stand, but Keri had spent the entire movie absently stroking his cock, once again out of the pants but under the sweater she’d brought... He’d gone to the edge five times, Keri kept pulling her hand away to have some popcorn, and then back to the stroke... After they were back outside, his crotch bulging against the too-tight khakis, she’d timidly mentioned that she was running out of shoes, 70 pairs wasn’t enough... so they’d gone to a Hecht’s and he’d spent three hundred dollars, and she’d played the spike heels across his boner as he’d put them on her... no salespeople needed here!
"Please let’s go home, Miss Keri," he’d begged, tonight seemed like it might be Lucky Night, really it did... "Can we go to the Candy Store first?" Keri asked him petulantly. "It’s this new fetish place in Chevy Chase." Gerry sped her there, though he was seriously hoping that playing with his big dick had aroused Keri to do something a little more traditional, just for tonight. "Hey there... " Keri flirted with the guy behind the counter. "I know you know where the big canes are, don’t you?" Big canes... Gerry’s stomach turned. "Don’t worry, sweetheart" Keri touched his chin with her forefinger. "I just want to get something for your regular discipline. You’ve been a good boy today... won’t you help Keri." She pouted "Find something here... then we’ll go home for the good time?" Keri selected a malacca cane, a South African police baton and two bamboo canes. "Can we try these out?" The sales man looked startled.
"What do you mean?" Keri smiled, dimpling for him. "Well, I was wondering if you had a back room, so I could see how good these are, certainly if I get a little blood on them, I’ll pay for those, but I don’t want to get something I don’t need... " Gerry was quaking now... "Just for you, baby." Keri whispered "Be a good boy and just let me test these... I’m not mad at you." She whispered more in his ear, and casually dropped her wrist across his crotch again. "Come with us, please." The salesman looked startled, but he really liked Keri, and agreed to lock up the store for a few minutes.
In the back room, Keri looked at Gerry "Gerald, take down your pants, please." Her tone was cold now, no more flirting. Miserably, Gerry dropped his pants... he was wearing no underwear, which of course had made all the evening’s manual stimulation so great. Why was she mad? "I’m not mad, Gerald" Keri read his thoughts. "I just need to test this stuff for your discipline around the house. " The sales man sniggered. He was about twenty-four, Keri’s age, and they looked at each other and giggled. Gerry stood there, his shirt tails not quite covering the tip of his erection. But maybe the kid wasn’t noticing that he was so hard. Keri took care of this problem by tying his shirt above the waist. " Bend over that box of dental dams, dearest."
Gerry bent over, and Keri lifted the Malacca cane. "Be a brave boy, Gerald." WHACK! The first swipe nearly ripped the skin off Gerry’s asscheek. Malacca was a much thicker wood than the bamboo canes that Gerry was used to. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Inadvertently, Gerry grabbed his asscheeks. "Oh Jesus. Do you have handcuffs?" Keri smiled at the clerk, who was alternately looking at Gerry’s welted butt scornfully and back to Keri’s 36 DD cleavage. He ran back into the store, and brought back police handcuffs. "They sell them now, isn’t that wild?" he said. Keri chuckled, and cuffed Gerry’s hands behind his back, his naked butt still wobbling over the box "Miss Keri, please. I thought this was our special night." Gerry sniveled. This was awful.
"Isn’t he a drag?" Keri looked at the clerk for sympathy. "Jesus, what a loser. He lets you hit him like that?" the sales guy laughed. He had a goatee like Gerry wore in college, before Miss Helen, Keri’s predecessor had shaved him clean. "I mean, you are totally hot, but... " "I know, what’s your name?" "Mike" "Mike, my arm is sore. Why don’t you take over with the South African police baton?" Mike looked alarmed. "Look, I don’t want to be prosecuted for like, assault -- " Keri grabbed the kid in her arms and gave him a deep, full, kiss. "Do this for me... Creepo thinks I’m going to take him home and blow him, I think... give it to him a few times, and then we’ll take him home after you get off, and I’ll teach you to make him dance." Keri leaned into Mike’s ear "And then we’ll... " Mike grinned, and moved over, lifting the baton over Gerry’s bare ass.
Forty-five minutes later, Gerry stood in his ornate living room, naked, with the cuffs still on. Mike was sitting on the couch, watching as Keri ran her fingers over Gerry’s penis.. "Look how hard he gets... you really thought I was going to give you something good, didn’t you baby... " Gerry was rock hard, and leaking... "Ooh. My hand is wet now... " Keri looked at Mike "Give him a few with the bamboo I bought." Mike looked at Gerry steadily. "Get back from the sofa, freak." Gerry backed up a bit apprehensively. Mike came forth with the bamboo... and began beating Gerry’s penis with it... WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Finally Gerry was lying on the floor, and his penis was shriveled once again.
"Get up honey." Keri was sweet again, and helped Gerry up. "Let me look at that poor thing." She began massaging Gerry’s tired, beaten, sore, cock." "Now don’t get erect, I’m just trying to fix you up... when you’re hard, Mike gets irritable. " She winked at Mike "Damn right!" Gerry was trying not to get hard. At first it was easy enough, but as Keri massaged him, now using some Lubriderm, he forgot himself, and suddenly it was like a missile under her wandering fingers... " "Mike! He’s at it again!" Back from the sofa asshole!" Mike moved forth with the cane... Gerry sighed. It would be a long night...
"Hey, Keri!" Keri looked up from her magazine. Sabrina had just propped herself down in the next beach recliner. "How you been doing, girl?" Sabrina giggled. Five or six years younger than Keri, Sabrina was a lot of fun, and the two were often inseperable. Small, blonde and curvy, Sabrina had met Keri at a tease denial party, and recognized her from their mutual membership at the Mount Vernon pool. "Sabrina! What are you up to? Is that Cecil?" A tall handsome thirty-five year old man, slightly balding came out of the locker room, and waved at the girls. In his navy blazer and khakis and loafers with no socks, he had Groton written all over him. "Bye, baby!" shouted Sabrina. "See you tonight!"
Sabrina was much more exuberant than Keri, and Keri enjoyed having her own quiet nature livened a little, and of course, this was a girlfriend she could speak frankly with. "Ceec looks like he’s moving kind of stiffly there, is he chafed, or did he hurt himself?"
Sabrina giggled, and her breasts heaved in her pink bikini. "No, yesterday Cecil had the day off, he’s made a big sale, and he took me around four o’clock to have my nails done the way he likes." She flashed her French cut talons at Keri. "Then we went back to his place and I tied him to the bed naked and stripped to my blue bra and panties, and removed his CB-200 chastity belt... and I teased him for seven hours with my new little scrapers here." Sabrina fluttered her nails again, giggling. "Seven HOURS?" Keri asked. "But didn’t your hands get tired?"
"Well, we took breaks." Sabrina replied, thumbing her nose playfully at a handsome Peruvian lifeguard. From four to six-thirty, I played, and then I left him to go watch an exercise video for half an hour, then played again til eight, when I locked his crotch up, and he took me to dinner... opening the door to his Miata convertible to let me out... And no Red Lobster, either. He took me to Café Milano." She named the most expensive restaurant in Georgetown. "During dinner he was real earnest, you know, holding my hand and all that good shit, staring in my eyes and telling me how much I meant to him." The two began to giggle again. "Then he took me to Georgetown Jewelers and bought me a nice pendant, and we went back home, and I stripped him, tied him, and played til midnight... and then locked him up again, and drove off to meet Paco." Sabrina and Keri looked at the lifeguard, now flirting with a girl barely seventeen. "He is such a whore, idn’t he?" Sabrina’s North Carolina tones flared. "Jesus, Pak’s probably fucked six women sitting here TODAY. But last night I sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow, and then met Cecil for breakfast... and he drove me here."
"Jesus, Sabrina." Keri marveled. "You’ve been up all night, and you’re not even tired." Sabrina laughed. "Well, I have a pitiful, chaste loser keepin’ me in my own place, and giving me a nice allowance, and then I keyhold and tease four other pitifuls... Remember, it’s not Cecil who pays the fee at Mount Vernon. He doesn’t have the green your Gerry’s got." Keri chuckled. "Gerry finally had a squirtee on Wednesday" "No kidding?" Sabrina smiled "Your icy heart finally melted, huh?" "Well, I’d been feather-teasing Gerry as he was hanging from the eye hook in my Florida room, and then LeBaron Williams, the bike courier I’m seeing dropped by with his brother Crawford, who has just been released from Jessup and hit they all three of my holes." Sabrina choked and spat some of her Bloody Mary on her "Self" magazine. "Right there in front of Gerry, too." Keri finished. "Hanging naked from the ceiling, with his pitiful boner twisting in the wind. Gerry began crying, and LeBaron made fun of him... but then Crawford complained about the noise, so I said "Well, why don’t you hit him with your belt to shut him the fuck up?"
"Jesus, Keri." Sabrina leaned on the recliner. She was less oriented towards S&M than Keri was, and felt that an eternal tease was punishment enough. "Well, it didn’t help, anyway, he kept weeping and kicking his legs in the air, and the three of us took turns with the belt on him til poor Gerald was really marked up -- Crawford pumped some IRON while he was inside... " Keri reflected. "Then I took him into the living room and threaded a cord through his pierced nipples, and tied the ends just a little above chest level across the doorway, so Gerry would have to get up on tiptoe to keep his nipples from tearing, and the Williams brothers and I went bowling and then to their house to ... when I got back, Gerry was in a state from relaxing on his heels and having his nipples strain, and then getting up on his painful heels for relief from the nipples... and I finally said "What the hell, Gerald. It’s been sixteen months." And so I unhooked him and took off his cage and let him go at it while I flashed my tits at him... "Keri laughed. "Do I deserve sainthood?"
"You are just so unselfish." Sabrina said solemnly. "Just let that poor man support you in the style most of us would kill for, but that’s not enough... you have your OWN Miata... and ... how should he expect more than one or two squirtees a year, what, he’s tryin’ to bribe you?"
The waiter, coming up with Keri’s V.O. was unsure how to handle it, as his customer was so mirthful... Would she take the drink "Ma’am?" Keri looked up and smiled. "Hey cutie your names Brandon, right?... "she took the drink and paid for it. "Want to come over tonight?" Startled, the guy assented... the girl was so hot... "Sure, I’ll take you to dinner... " "No, I’ll take YOU... and then back to my place..we’ll be alone, sort of... ." And Sabrina and Keri’s giggles began anew...
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