That’s why we’re driving back to the clubhouse at Honey College. Monica has called a special meeting, and each of us is supposed to bring a boy-toy as some kind of “s****l sacrifice.” That’s what she said. I don’t know exactly what it means.
Oh, don’t look so nervous. You aren’t getting any anyway, so how much worse can it be? And look at it this way—if it makes me happy, that’s what you live for, right?
At least you get your chastity cage off. Oh—and everybody is supposed to be naked. It’s some sort of Wicca thing. See? Help me with this zipper. Now fold my dress. Let it touch the ground and your ass is grass. Now you strip. I don’t care what happens to your clothes, of course.
Your c**k is certainly trying to get out of that little plastic thing, isn’t it? You’re all purpose and strai
