Chapter Twenty Six
After Dinner Hijinks
Muffin also finds attraction in watching Christy serve, that alluring walk I insist upon drawing the eyes to her buttocks I have spent months shaping, the hairless globes smooth and soft. As Christy returns to the kitchen I whisper to Muffin.
“You can kiss her if you’d like... lick her as well. She has nice soft cheeks... so round and jiggly.”
No homophobia with Muffin. By Sunday I shall further erode what remains of Christy’s as well.
Both girly boys are allotted ice cream. When Christy finishes clearing, somewhat put off in having to serve Muffin, I decide more intimate introductions are appropriate. I clip Christy’s wrists cuffs together behind her back then unlock and remove the CB-6000 bringing her ringed p***s into full view.
Muffin bec
