"I bet it is because we've been concentrating our efforts down here, instead of up here." Beth said, motioning first to his bound scrotum, then up the length of his shaft, her finger left pointing at his purplish, pulsing cockhead. "You know, we have a way to make him produce more cleanser for us, I mean, as I'm sure you know, this spot right here is sort of the lever to the production valve. Watch, I'll flick the, ah, lever a couple of times with my tongue, and I guarantee we'll start getting more pre-c....er, cleanser. To prove her point, Beth placed her tongue against the ultra sensitive bundle of...