Chapter Thirty-One
I kneel licking Linda’s bare feet. Such pretty feet, so exquisite as with everything about her. She works the mouse of the computer, checking her email. And of course there is a missive from Miss Marsha.
It’s early Sunday evening. Having mowed the back lawn, hopefully no neighbors gazing out second floor windows, Linda offers a respite before I need to prepare her for dinner... and more... with Burt.
“Another video, Andy. So gracious of Marsha to keep me apprised of your progress.”
She reads the narrative, smiles, then clicks on the video which by now I expect to be attached.
“Your tongue is as strong and nimble as always, Andy. Too bad you’ll not properly use it... like a good cuck,” she chides, evidently seeing me offer analingus, face pressed to the prettified ch
