The little worms that are fortunate enough to slither beneath my soles are well aware that little thing between their legs belongs to me. And they get to keep it as long as it remains fun for me to play with. I’ll tell it when to get hard, when to get soft, when to drip and when it can spurt. Slapping, poking, grabbing, and pinching are always fun, as is jamming my heel into that tender flesh at the tip or shoving large steel medical devices down that pee hole. No matter what I do to it the bitch still begs for release. It’ll have to slurp up every last drop from my long black leather gloves hands if it wants that privilege, of course!