Weeks Pass - Months?Pastured, I kneel in the late morning light. The handler presiding today is Miss Kathy. She has a predilection for being entertained by male on male oral affection. So I am licking, under her auspices, the bloated scrotum of a donor named Archie, trying to ignore the laughter of a group of observing clients, reveling in male comeuppance.
“Good boy, Mr. Burgess. I must wonder if not for Archie’s capped p***s you’d offer full fellatio,” Miss Kathy complimenting my tongue work.
It’s been weeks since I fulfilled my bargain with my handler, Miss Beth, sucking the c**k of her pixie Chrissie. And yes photos were taken as my tongue and lips labored and labored, the hormone deficiencies of the castrated male making full tumescence unlikely. And in removing the nickel cobalt p*
