Chapter Fifty Three
Friday Evening Winds Down
I step from the bathroom having tossed my only covering into the hamper. When I can detect the fragrance of my own arousal, there is no question of the need to dry clean.
Both my males turn their heads, Jim just completing the feeding, now holding the bowl and watching in wonderment as that prodigious tongue circles to make it spotlessly clean. Curious that Jim remains erect. Thinking of me? Or could my pretty maid, forced into impotency by a woman, bring odd attraction. Yes, Jim finds enticement in s****l power... and I have it.
But for n*****s, appearing little girl effeminate, Christy allures... soft hairless skin, lipstick, eye shadow... the works. Even the p***s looks pretty enshrouded in shining steel. My dominion intrigues
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