Chapter Eleven
The CMA
“Send Bartlett, # 506, to the Tunis Show next week,” Brillcart texted Werner. “She is slovenly, her t**s are drooping and she has a very rough mouth. Damned near bit me yesterday during inspections. Had you not anticipated this with the ring gag, I might be half neutered by now,” he concluded. “Her abilities at sucking me off are truly minimal and no one is going to want her for oral use, so we’ll emphasis the luxuries of f*****g her ass and perhaps her cunt as well, although frankly I haven’t tried either one. And put an XL mouthpiece into her for a few overnights as a reminder and add a c**t stretcher to keep her attentive.”
“Will do, Sir,” Werner responded. “But you are certainly aware that the CS (c**t Stretcher) units have apparently resulted in some unforese
