Twenty
I awaken. At least I think I do.
Blindfolded with the quiet, the cool air and the tropical creatures of the night serenading with their song of courtship, I am certain it is well before dawn.
With Bai and Pattie remaining in slumber there is nothing to do other than recall the extreme humiliation of the prior day’s events.
In returning with the cleansed Neosteel device, Pattie liberally applied coconut oil to my already lubricated backside. As always I expected her generous offering of prostate massage, deemed a necessity for the male kept in long term chastity. I cringed in looking down at the assemblage of young feminine pulchritude. With the rule of silence, enforced by my p***s gag, I could not protest that such a demeaning undertaking be performed before an entire gathering
