Fourteen
“Head back. Open wide.”
Having licked Pattie’s entire form... much time and attention spent on all parts pink… there are more lessons in servitude.
I kneel in the shade of the tree line. Pattie has returned the prongs to my neck collar and uses them to guide my head. The canvas bag, handed to Pattie by the evilly laughing Bai, contains an assortment of dildos, replicas of the male phallus in various shapes and sizes.
“Don’t resist. Just relax and let Pattie show you how a man likes to be fellated.”
The young innocent voice speaks of the sordid deed with such sang froid. I can only imagine how much time and instruction Pattie received in Madam’s Amsterdam house of ill repute. I envision the pretty maid enduring similar tutoring as the hand of some senescent trollop gently intr
