Chapter Eight
“You reference your uncircumcised p***s, Captain. Seems rather obvious that it has since been trimmed.”
Miss Beatrice interrupts my narration. And I suppose it is a logical observation. After all, as I sit below her, as if worshiping her fine form, the firmness of my organ has not diminished. It stands straight up, the cleanly cut glans obviating any denial that I have indeed been ‘trimmed’, as Miss Beatrice describes the procedure.
“Yes.,” I succinctly reply.
She detects reluctance and pounces.
“Perhaps you can tell me about that....”
Yes, I can, and her demand requires another mental visit to the ranch.
I was not used to visitors. The ranch was quite secluded, some fifteen miles from the nearest town. And as described, the environment with Auntie was rather open, wi
