Ten
Pattie ends her story. She admirably chokes back tears but I am unable to do the same. When she arises from the stool, the meal consumed, a gentle hand extends to graciously wipe the moisture from my cheeks. I extend my tongue and humbly lick her fingers. Pattie steps forward to press the purple p***s tip to my lips. On this occasional I do not grit my teeth. I need not any bribe in the form of an offer to release my belt. I just purse my lips. I bring the oversized c******s into my mouth. I suck.
I close my eyes to hear moans of pleasure. I feel the tiny appendage begin to engorge. Oddly, I am determined to make it stiffen. It becomes a strange challenge. My tongue swirls and works what I know to be the extremely sensitive underside of the tip. Despite the years of feminine upbringi
