My eyes widened when I realized where Godfather had guided my palm. I felt my face heat up, so I managed to glance at the object I was holding.
"This is my banana that you wanted to see," he said, guiding my hands to hold his banana—I mean, my Godfather's 'thing.' It turned out his pet was that thick and long hotdog of my Godfather's that I had seen before; it looked just like this banana.
"You can look if you want; you can hold it underneath so I can feel the heat of your palm more, baby. And you can play with it. You saw my d**k back then, didn't you, baby?" he said, making me swallow hard. He tilted his body to face me, but I couldn't manage to answer.
"Should I just hold it like this?" I asked, swallowing again, while my hand just rested on that hard object.
My throat felt like it
