Sky stepped back. “Now look at what you’ve done, you dirty little boy,” she said. She smacked his face. “Kneel and lick it all up off the floor. And clean my foot too.”
He did as she said. When it was all licked up he looked up at her for her approval.
“That’s better,” she said. “Now you can have a little drink.”
They spent an hour or so chatting. Occasionally Augusta or Sky, or sometimes both together, would fondle Andrew, stroking his c**k, squeezing his balls, pinching his n*****s, kissing his mouth. They kissed each other too. When Sky saw that his c**k was getting hard again, she took him by the hand and led him back to the bed, pushing him down onto his back. Then she knelt over him, her thighs astride his head as she faced his feet. Carefully she lowered herself onto his face and
