Alice’s left hand recedes from titillating the left n****e. She turns her head, looks up and smiles.
“What do you think, Emily?”
The policewoman returns the smile.
“Not as cute as some of the young chickens you’ve f****d in the City. But if he is indeed emasculated, in the long run he’ll better take to being shafted. Not as much prissy fuss as with the gay boys.”
Alice nods and brazenly lifts Roger’s skirt, fully displaying the tiny male appendage and withered and weighted balls. The policewoman laughs then reaches forth with her nightstick. The tip brushes the silk blouse where the n*****s protrude. Her gentle but authoritative gesture brings an unexpected brisance of delight to Roger’s glands.
“His blouse is wet. Great stuff.”
Alice rights the skirt. Her hands then reach and lift t
