Chapter Seventeen
“Interesting, Captain,” Miss Beatrice interrupts. “Missy seems to have been quite the perceptive girl. Precocious indeed.
“Did she every use the butter? Glide that young hand of hers up and down that long, firm shaft...”
I shook my head.
“It was a tease. She suggested many times. But I think she preferred to watch her mother milk me and understood that such manual relief would diminish both my ignominy and her delight in seeing sperm forcibly extracted from my iced genitals.”
Miss Beatrice nods.
“And there were other demands to be satisfied. She wanted my libido roaring. It became leonine.”
“Mot juste, Captain. Continue.”
With both Missy and I realizing the true nature of Ms. Nancy’s affinity for Auntie, and Auntie’s for Ms. Nancy, the remainder of their visit bec
