Chapter Twenty Three
Nicholas Strothers sleeps so soundly that he does not hear the exhibition room door open. Instead, he awakens to the feel of examining fingers tugging away at his plundered sac.
“Pleasant dreams?” a cooing voice queries.
Fingers move to his catheterized p***s and discover a massive erection.
“Yes, I think pleasant indeed,” Miss Angelica Von Kraft giggles.
Though any culmination of a wet dream is precluded by the latex tube that has impaled his urethra for many days, while sleeping, the subconscious mind of Nicholas Strothers endeavored in vain to bring forth ejaculatory relief. With an imagination singed by the heat of lust, the scene of pony boy number two’s oral foray between the luscious thighs of the young woman he has come to adore would not fade.
A finger t
