Chapter Twenty-Nine
Erogenous zone indeed, in being forced to perform analingus I once again see Johnny harden, bending, smiling in looking back at me between his legs. The humiliation is intense with Miss Marsha and Miss Larson instructing, commenting and mocking my efforts.
“Oh you are a good boy, Andy. Such kindness.”
The command to stop just doesn’t come, Miss Marsha remaining upset that I disobeyed. And though the deed disgusts, I cannot bear another clamp. More horrifying, by now I am well aware that I am being videotaped, my wife will no doubt be observing my comeuppance with glee.
“Okay, that’s enough, Andy. Time for a reward. Lie on your back, feet up and spread. That cockcage will need to come off. Won’t that feel nice?”
It will, the weeks of rubbing and chafing bringing une
