“How about a little prostrate massage?” Renata suggested. “You like those. Gives you a different kind of orgasm, doesn’t it?” With her dry hand Renata spread his ass cheeks and shoved her finger up his hole. Then slowly she worked her hand back and forth. Blake’s face turned into a combination of ache and bliss. His eyes closed and his jaw fell slack.
“Mmmm. You like that don’t you, slave my love?” she said. “Ohhh, yessss. Turns you into a little crying pussy.” She shoved a little deeper.
Blake choked back a sob.
“Oh, c’mon, slave. This is supposed to be a happy time. Here I am, softly stroking your ass, when instead I could do something else.” Renata withdrew her finger, backed up, grabbed the cat from her shoulder and slung it around in a wide roundhouse arc.
Right between Blake’s le
