She then instructed me to watch as she gave Mike a Prostate massage, saying it was important to see if he was capable of better sperm production. The ...doctor said that since Mike’s equipment was incapable of delivering sperm to the correct place, I should collect it with a prostate milking then put into a delivery system she would give to me and then I could use it to deliver the sperm. After milking Mike with a tool, she called a milker and collecting his specimen on a dish, she brought out a. . stale and vile. She rinsed her mouth with the complimentary mouth wash on the sink and tried not to think about the flashes she had of her father fucking her mouth with his massive cock… She made her way to her own room, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight in the main suite, and felt her way to her bathroom where she also turned on the single light over the toilet… she felt nauseous again and sat down hard on the toilet. She took that opportunity to let herself pee and felt her urine. In so doing it had taken on a significance infinitely beyond its mundane functionality. It brought James, through the workings of his fevered imagination, closer to the idea of Her; of Mistress Dionne. He knew he was not worthy of touching his Mistress herself, but somehow the chair and James shared a bond. The chair had held the weight of his Mistress, asking no favour but to serve; seeking no acknowledgement, only use; craving no thanks beyond having fulfilled Her need. The chair and himself. If only it had been that easy. Nothing that I saw except the bed and my brother rang any bells at all. I didn’t seem to have anything to guide me in figuring out what was next on the agenda of my dream world.Given how Dave looked I wasn’t too surprised when I got up and found that I was a much, much younger version of Jeff Larson. No middle aged spread. No hair on my legs. No hair on my chest — not that there was ever all that much. My hand quickly confirmed that I was missing my beard and.