Chapter Fifteen
Mrs. Fenwick stands to Warren’s right, palms his testicles in her left hand and glides the tip of her right forefinger down the comically bent shaft of his erect p***s. She gives the air bulb a little squeeze. Warren waggles his manhood in response communicating an unspoken thank you for the pleasurable yet frustrating pressure added to his prostate.
Mrs. Fenwick notices that my attention is riveted on her actions. The hours I have spent in the company of her collection of naked, restrained and tumefied males has caused all modesty to be dispelled.
“You must visit us on Saturday, Joan. For your enjoyment only, of course. I doubt if any of our activities can be made the subject of a magazine article.”
She laughs as she gathers her thoughts. She knows I want to learn
