Chapter Twenty Seven
Bedtime
I command, my girly boys obey. I poured myself an after dinner drink, took a comfortable seat and instructed Muffin to lick Christy’s entire nakedness, face to toes, gluteal cleft included. Wet, soft but arduous, Muffin’s altered tongue dutifully worked and worked. Christy’s ringed p***s tried its best to fully harden, the shaft firming to a point, then the spikes about the p***s tip sent harsh signals of pain bringing flaccidity... only to slowly return to agonizing partial firmness as Muffin’s tongue worked and worked. Prostatic fluid was secreted, the need for milking evident.
Next, I had Christy do Muffin, paying particular attention to the sutured nubbin of a p***s. Yes it swelled, growing to the size of my thumb. But despite the intense arousal, that
