Chapter Twenty-One
Miss Beatrice left me alone for another three feedings. Miss Ann was my only contact. With the boredom and the recent divulging of the antics with Missy and Ms. Nancy, I was reminded of late nights at the ranch when I laid bound, naked and hooded waiting for Missy to enter my bedroom. She would quietly close the door and sit over my face, changing unending tediousness, where the only diversion was my own breathing, into a heart thumping scene of depravity for the virile male. In my dark cell, I could not purge the memory and my p***s stirred with thoughts of the feel, taste and fragrance of Missy’s moist and warm grotto. My tongue became quite arduous over the course of that summer and I find myself licking my lips with every visualized encounter.
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