Chapter Sixteen
More Saturday
“Your maid has a big set of balls!” Jim exclaims with Christy curtsying as demanded.
For this evening’s initial greeting, I have instructed Christy to slide back her right foot then dip as usual, but also grasp the hem of her tutu right and left then lift, pausing until excused. The resulting presentation quickly captures the eye. Beneath the frilly black satin, meekly raised for exhibition, is a reddish balloon of flesh, a scrotal sac infused to some eight inches in diameter. Resting atop is a ringed p***s which appears to be the size of a pinky finger, the saline producing a contrasting reaction in the vestigial phallus. Yes, it shrinks quite comically for some reason, probably the pressure of nearly a liter of solution on the nerves and erectile chambers
