Chapter Twenty-Four
The summer continued with daily exhausting cart rides... abraded flesh from crop and cane... strict chastity... late night oral escapades.
Missy was insatiable and servicing her became a substitute for the relief that I was denied. Feeling her spasm with orgasm after orgasm afforded a peculiar degree of satiation... a vicarious pleasure. There was strange pride in affording her such intense gratification and occasionally she would blow on my standing penis... so gently... but offering such a thrill. She could feel me quiver in response and she softly giggled while reveling in the delight furnished by my tongue and lips.
The anal plug became the only source for the relief of my male essence. Missy learned from her mother and running with backside stuffed and the resul
