Chapter Thirty Five
Morning
Sunday morning, after a long night of continuous oral gratification, I awake to find that Muffin’s pretty head has not moved. As do I, she rests on her right side, head at my buttocks, face firmly pressed to my cheeks, tongue at the ready for more anal servitude. I reach back and tap her head, the unspoken command to again begin licking. There have been many such taps.
Such a pleasant way to greet the new day, I tell myself, Muffin’s tongue has proven to be indefatigable.
I hear Judy Evers calling out and quickly conclude that there is no need to suspend Muffin’s efforts. Just us girls here... and with Miss Evers’ exacting governance she has proven to be one of us.
I in turn call out, suggesting where to find Christy. Judy Evers once again enters to find
