Duh

“Duh” says Astrid. “Just do it yourself.”

“You cuffed my hands behind me!” You respond. God my dick just receded back into my foreskin. And I’m circumcised.

Astrid laughs then pushes you over.

Before you can respond she places a hand softly on your chest, “Relax.” Her touch has every fiber of your being awake. You exhale weakly.

She turns you on your side, “tuck your legs and just bring your hands under.” Ok, yeah, calm mind and an objective third party’s insight. Very helpful with this kind of thing in stressful situations.

You do as she instructs and follow her hands as they guide yours. You feel your loins begin to stir again slightly. You stand up and place your hands over your crotch. At least it’s something.

“Thank you.”

“Thank me by showing me what that thing’s capable of.” She shoots back with a sly grin.