Chapter Thirty One
Macumba steps into David’s pen.
“Here boy.”
David exits his muddy pit, dripping of dark brown ooze, as Macumba places a bowl of mush on the ground.
“Open.”
David knows to open his mouth to exhibit his altered tongue. Macumba smiles in reviewing Regima’s handiwork. The long wet pink appendage is split and healed, the hot razor cutting some two inches from the tip toward the back of David’s throat. There comes a twinge in her loins thinking of its energetic application.
Macumba retrieves the hose. As ‘pourceau’ bows his head to ingest a sizable helping of his afternoon meal, Macumba sprays to rinse the smelly filth from David’s back and torso.
David eats. Macumba caresses and works his n*****s, growing in both size and sensitivity.
“Yes, very supple. Nice and soft.
