Chapter Twelve
Rising to the Challenge
Bound to the futon, Bobby did as Toni had bid him. Though he could surely use more sleep (and the futon made a far more comfortable bed than any yet this trip), he stayed awake and awaited his goddesses’ return. As ordered he ‘enjoyed the show’, a staggering documentation of his six-day progression from repressed neophyte to bondage-loving masochist to sudden foot-fetishist to eagerly willing butt-slut, then cocksucker then ecstatically double-f****d and triple-teamed torture-toy all the way to his current incarnation as a pierced and collared poodle.
Shame flamed his cheeks while astounded excitement kept him squirming. His little clit tingled and throbbed as it constantly, painfully tried to turn itself back into a p***s.
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