Chapter Sixteen
“Bring your p***s up for me. Be a good boy. I want it nice and firm.”
With all the moving about, my manhood has indeed become partially flaccid. Miss Beatrice’s firm words foster its renewed engorgement. As she silently stands in expectation, it hardens.
I sit on the m**********n/examination table displaying the awkward posture required by Miss Betty before bringing me to climax. But with Miss Beatrice’s insistence, my thighs have never been further parted, my back straighter, my lower spine exaggeratedly curved to thrust forward my chest.
“Very good, Captain, such obedience to a woman’s wishes...
“What so shocked you, Captain... at the pond?”
I renew my story.
My dripping Auntie approached Ms. Nancy who sat on the edge of the table offering her towel. The shock was
