“Wow, Desiree sure knows how to pick them,” she purred. “You can take your tongue out now.”
I withdrew my tongue and dropped my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I had been forced to perform such a degrading act. Desiree had said I had no idea what I was in store for the next year. I guess I didn’t. There were probably worse things to come.
Next up was Marsha. She didn’t acknowledge our past friendship, instead she sat down and had me get to work. For her I was a convenient dildo to relieve tension. When she was done she got up and left. She hadn’t said a word.
Her husband, and my best friend, John, was next. I could see the greedy panting desire in his eyes. He loved the fact that I felt so degraded doing this. He unzipped and was already rock hard.
“I like to have my balls licked first,”
