Smiling inwardly, Alyssa’s well-practiced sperm-slave tugged devotedly on his dear friend’s little peaks, for he knew just how good such treatment felt. Oh, that would make his victim writhe! Harder he yanked, sharper, ever more assertively. He lifted the man’s fatty breasts straight up by their stretched little nubbins of sensitive red flesh, just as he would have done to some buxom girl—like that doe-eyed clerk at the courthouse, for example, the one who had notarized the still-dripping contract of his sperm-slavery which he had “signed” with his desperate ejaculation…
For one brief, ecstatic instant Brad imagined that those bulging mounds he fondled belonged not to another man but to Alyssa’s cute little freckle-faced friend in stylish cat’s-eye glasses with the glossy blonde ponytail
