"When my fingertips slithered over the flesh of his ass, his body tensed and he had to fight down the impulse to get a hard on. I couldn't suppress my smile, for now I knew I was working slowly but surely toward a delicious asshole f**k. This timid, little bachelor would be extremely pliable if handled with care. And the right way to handle such a case consisted of kneading the flesh of his ass, pulling the cheeks apart, letting them spring back together. Then, at last, I dipped a finger into his asshole.
"The bachelor gasped. 'Something wrong?' I asked, casually.
"He was about to say something, but then, timidly backed down. 'No,' he mumbled. 'Guess you know what you're doing.'
" 'Yes,' I said, emphatically. 'What I'm doing is exactly right for you. Relax.'
"He nodded and did try to r
