For these curious soirees, Danny Boy is dressed as a little girl, and it is ‘her’ dainty hand which tugs on the leash, the normally demure voice commanding the crawling form to heel, roll over, sit...
When Danny Boy brings him close to the bars, I have been instructed to most obscenely display myself. And with the many weeks of experience at the Club, I certainly know what is required in spreading my thighs to reveal all things pink, odoriferous and moist.
He sniffs about and the crowd laughs as his partially engorged p***s fully rises. But when completely erect, the tip slims to a point and I myself must stifle a giggle in imaging attempts at copulation and how disappointing any resulting sensation of penetration must be.
Danny Boy entertains, commanding the poor thing to sit up and th
