Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Lick it clean for me,” Miss Penny commands, handing 128 a well worn cylinder of blue latex.
The words end the distraction, 128 marveling at the shapely thighs and buttocks of the tall blonde. Even her mons, chicly trimmed, labia perfectly symmetrical, is glamorous. Though 128 finds envy she must turn her attention. The curiously shaped Feeldo is repulsive, odorous, still warm from the friction of 88’s sphincter. Yet there is obedience... to serve and please... the role of subjugant 128 pounded into electronic ear pieces hour after hour, night after night. Thus she licks, observing as from under 88’s hood Miss Penny pries away the deafening ear plugs.
“I’m not sure I know who I enjoy sodomizing more... you or your w***e wife. She’s not as tight, but so much better
