Not only that but, pressed tightly between his tight skirt and abdomen, Joe's cock was stimulated by the skirt shifting, every time his hips moved.Not only that but, pressed tightly between his tight skirt and abdomen, Joe's cock was stimulated by the skirt shifting, every time his hips moved. Joe thought, "I'd better be careful, or I'll shoot a load in these clothes too." CHAPTER 16 Joe wondered why he hadn't drawn any attention in the cafeteria. "Surely, I must have been a sight," he thought. Joe didn't know that there were two good reasons for his not causing a commotion; Dr. van Damme's staff was well trained not to display interest in anything out of the ordinary, and they had all seen more outlandish creatures than Joe Watson result from the Doctor's experiments. Monica hadn't allowed Joe his customary huge breakfast, instead limiting him to cereal, skim milk, and fresh fruit. Patting his taffeta wrapped behind Joe thought. "That's O.K. I certainly don't need to put any more weight on." Joe worried about how he would get it off, once he was liberated from the island. Back in his new room, Joe sat in a chaise lounge. He tried to adjust his position so as to relieve the pressure on his testicles. He felt very vulnerable with them exposed and constricted the way they were. The strain on them did not abate and any movement merely caused further discomfort. He found out that sitting still caused him the least suffering. The room was equipped with a television. Turning it on, Joe observed nothing but soap operas. There were some magazines in a holder by his chair. He looked through them. They were all fashion and women's magazines; Cosmopolitan and the like. Joe had a sinking spell when he saw the dates on them; he'd been here quite awhile. |