Chapter Nineteen - Corky
The river that flows from Miss Ashley’s love nest cannot be entirely consumed by Mr. Reggie’s relatively untrained tongue. Thus I thrust my elongated tongue past Miss Ashley’s perineum to lap the excess, heedfully gathering every drop. Miss Ashley dislikes sloppy c*********s. All offerings of her essence are to be respectfully accepted.
There comes a joyful shriek that I know signals the consummation of Miss Ashley’s satiation. She snaps her fingers again and Mr. Reggie rises from his knees. My leash is tied to the bedpost. Mr. Reggie crawls onto the mattress to lie supine. A switch is flicked to dim the room and I know in the darkness that my wife and her well endowed lover will entwine, to sleep yet possibly to awake well before dawn so that Miss Ashley can mo
