The room has filled up now. Pup counts a dozen guests in all, plus the three boy-pups and the kitten. Nicky is kept busy going around with drinks. She notices that as he stands offering his tray, more than once he is groped by one of the guests, reaching out a hand to fondle his c**k nonchalantly. Even Clare does so. Pup wonders if she is comparing Nicky’s c**k with the ones belonging to her two boys. There’s not much variation in size. They’d all feel pretty good to me, pup thinks.
There’s quite a hubbub in the room now. Pup hasn’t been asked to suck any more of the guests’ c***s, but she is being given lots of admiring looks. There’s only me and the kitten to service all these men, she thinks, unless of course some of them are gay or bi-s****l and will be using the boy-pups. She wonders
