Dear Miss Angela:
This cock you now own is stiff. These balls now under your control are full. Erections are frequent, and leaking pre-cum is plentiful.
All I can think of is your beautiful voice and your sexy ways, but …
… if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Angela, why you undid me.
I have neither words nor measure, and I have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength.
I have only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging.
To say to you that I shall die is true, but for lack of cumming, by the Lord, no. Yet I would cum for you.
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He quotes a bit of Shakespeare. His manners are impeccable. He is obedient. He is focused on ME. He performs any assigned task with nary a complaint. He is, indeed, a very good boy.