I let the glow subside than arise from the bed. In a nearby dresser drawer I find an inflatable plug. Lubrication is also located.
“Knees to chest, Jahn.”
Jahn’s buttock rings shine in the lights and the plug easily slides into his rectum. Someone has indeed been utilizing his backside for it takes several squeezes of the bulb before resistance is felt and Jahn vocalizes discomfort.
I resume sitting over Jahn’s face. With the squeeze bulb in my left hand, the fingers of my right continue manipulating what sensitive areas I can locate. Jahn’s tongue obsequiously reenters my love pouch.
Bobbi’s final days in New England come back to mind.
Yes. With Lucretia’s description of Bobbi’s abhorrent conduct, I was concerned. I returned to my apartment to locate Mrs. Bennington’s card. After di
