for dessert!”

“Oh, no…I have com already…no more to com today!”

“In four or five hours, you will com some more…lots more!”

“I don’t com again so soon…Dr. Mike tell me small man like me who com lots, have bad eyes…forget things…have bumps on face…bad for him! Two times, one week, ok…one time, one week better for small man! Bot, I sometime have two…three sock from Meestar Rod in week…too much, but so nice and I like so much…I don’t tell Dr. Mike!”

“You’re shittin’ me…you only get off a couple times a week…three at the most?”

“Oui…I only have one com this week – do good, just with Rhondee…now I wait for next week…Dr. Mike say I be more healthy now!”

Zeb grabbed his hairy nads and squeezed…hard! “You stupid little fuck…do you know what these are?”

“Oui…you squeeze my nots!”

“You know what they do?”

“Make com…”

“You know they’re glands, right?”

“Oui…”

“Glands need to be used…a lot, or they stop workin’ and might dry up and fall off!” Zeb knew he was overstating the case…but he need to make his point to this deluded young man. “You should be cummin’ at least two times a DAY, not two times a week…Dr. Mike is a total shithead!”

“You theenk it good for me to com two times in day?”

“Three would be even better – you’ve got a lot of catchin’ up to do…and I AM gonna blow you after dinner tonight – and I just might get Randy to blow you again after I’m through with you!”

“That is much, much com…bot, when you talk my deek get hard…want to be happy more with sock!”

“When we’re done with you…you’re gonna have a very, VERY happy ‘deek’!”