Holding his c**k up against his stomach, Kathy leaned forward and touched her lips to his testicles. “Not good enough,” Abul said. “Cradle them in your other hand. Let him feel your tongue.” The smell of the dwarf’s crotch was nauseating. Her tiny hand trembled as she lifted his glistening testicles. This time Kathy parted her swollen lips and, as she pressed them to his testicles, she tasted him. The dwarf grunted and shook his massive head. “He is pleased, Mrs. Ryan. And it pleases Mr. Narimov and myself to see a rich American woman on her knees making love to the unwashed testicles of our mindless African dwarf.” Again the two men laughed.
“Only a few minutes ago, he was cutting your ass with his whip. And now we see your soft lips and little pink tongue caressing his sweaty black ba
