“I think you’ll find it to be the only form of pleasure you have left. And if you’re bad, you won’t be milked. You’ll soon find that your altered glands will be aching for the attention and you’ll supplicate for something as simple as my kneading fingers and the squeeze of a breast pump.”
Katombo’s ten inches slowly disappear. He is firm but gentle, understanding that David’s sphincter is not to be torn. Such injury would result in a respite from what Macumba has promised to be a daily ritual... deep and thorough sodomy.
Meanwhile, Michelle works David’s left breast, squeezing the suction bulb so that the n****e cup sucks to draw in a goodly tuft of sensitive pink flesh. Then she begins to knead the body of the breast. Macumba does the same with the right mammary gland as Katombo’s entir
