Chapter Twenty-Eight
So without sufficient clothing and my own transport, Sunday morning finds me chauffeured to Miss Marsha’s by a wife tired after a late night of dancing.
Once again, Mr. Tom has left for golf, no curtsy demanded, and I find myself escorted to the huge bathroom without mishap. Under Miss Marsha’s exacting supervision, we bathe... swabbing and touching pretty Johnny now second nature... p***s, empty scrotal sac and anus included.
“Good boy, Andy. See how easy this is for you. And you’re more and more enjoying Johnny’s attention,” the words coming as I in turn am bathed with the fragrant soap and chamois.
Indeed, with the chastity, denied the smooth warmth of my wife, there comes distant delight as Johnny’s soft manicured hands work.
“You’re going to need to reward h
