Epilogue I
I lie kneeling, tummy down on the coffee table, thighs well parted. The amazingly beautiful Ms. O’Brien sits in a simple folding chair propped quite closely before my face. In her nakedness her thighs are parted as well, the warm, succulent pink of her love nest prominently displayed... yes, that vision of feminine allure so long denied me. Had I a slightly longer tongue I could taste her, her divine fragrance overwhelming.
It’s the last Friday of the month. On Friday evenings Ms. O’Brien relaxes after a long week of work, enjoying her s*x slaves in some licentious manner. We all get naked. As stated, baring herself to males in full chastity... unending for me... no longer considered immodest.
The ritual on the last Friday is for me to be fanny f****d. The long interval betwe
