Summer Balls – Year LXXXIX
Several minutes later, he returned her to a table at the side of the hall, and accepted Iona’s hand and hiney for what was a waltz. It was interesting to observe some of the other apparel. Several sluts were wearing some sort of seriously slinky number. They were full-length low-cut soft silky black satin evening gowns. The backs were almost all open, from shoulder blades all the way down to the derrière….and a terrific tool tease. Long-laced shiny Emma Peel black boots with low heels completed the picture….plus their partner’s pulsing penis.
Then the music stopped a second time. “Go get the drinks,” she ordered, “we’ll have two gin and tonics….although there’s no alcohol for you, since you’re officially In The Pink.” She mouthed him a kiss, as he strutted towards the bar area. “Two G&T’s please, Sir,” he muttered, to his former French teacher, “and an orange juice for me….all on my tab.” Gestapo Mark grinned, and marked off his name on a long list. The costs would end up on his school bill under misc. Sundries consumables charges. “Who are you with….Wanker Boy Will?” he asked, “and don’t say the Woolwich.”
The well-known witticism, after the building society of old. “It’s The Full Twins, Sir,” he replied smugly. “I’m also asking for volunteers, Shanks….” always a bad sign, “….Section Officer Maggie Rifkin is going to offer an updated version of la Volta.....” really? “….it’s partly based on the game of Pilots….” he’d heard about this from his younger brother. Louis had been a Willing Helper for one of the innocent young Ladies’ Self Defence classes the previous year, “….and it’s also a sort of Pick-You-Up and….well, Knack-You-Down….” he stayed silent, however his shaft strained, “….so it’s a Yes. They’re proving pretty popular among your peers-with-penis.” He could well understand why, as he took the drinks back to the table. Both twins were on the floor, each dancing with a dude.
Then the music stopped suddenly. “May we welcome sodding Shagger,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “complete with his ménage-à-cinq….” he saw scowls from several studs, “….who for this evening only are the Burdizzo Babes.” There was a round of applause, as he inspected four black-booted brunette beauties with dark glasses. He’d seen the huge hoardings for the West End Musical whilst passing through LondoN PaddingtoN on his way to a University Interview at Bath. They were next-to nude, whilst wearing only black peaked hats, the briefest of black bras, and matching….well, briefs. The latter two were tied together with a selection of straps. OMG….they were each carrying The Cattle Prod and seemed so….well, stunningly strict and stern. Was it the combination of red lipstick on mean mouths, with hands held hard on hips, which made them supremely snoggable? Talk about an exquisitely exhibitionist entrance?
They all strutted across the room, and sodding Shagger seated them at a nearby table. It was obvious from the leering lovely Ladies he’d have any number of dancing offers….all in addition to three Smiths, and The Green Goddess. Now he knew why his frightful fagmistress had been rather reticent earlier. “How’s about a dance, ducks?” asked Lionel Disraeli-Greys. “How’s about some respect….Lying Disgrace,” replied one of them, “this is set to Stun.” Oops….ZZZZZZ “….URGHHH,” he moaned as he fell to the floor.
He knew exactly what it felt like, having been treated to the touch a few hours previously. However, he’d no sympathy, since the prefect hailed from dorm 6N….and had definitely been one of The Six Nasties. “Next time we might take off his testicles as trophies, and put them in a pickling pot….” said a second, as the prefect struggled to his feet in abject agony, “….he only wants us for our beautiful bodies,” added a third. Totally true, since studs wanted only one thing….called coitus with cute cunt.
Then the music stopped again. “Here we have horrible Harry Herbert Orwell….” The Interrogator said wittily, and so utterly unlike his audible achievements in assembly, “….also managing a ménage. A round of applause please, for Mitches And Ritches The Bitches, plus Racy Tracy.” There was convincing clapping. “Might I have the next dance, Wanker Boy Will?” asked a fetching floozy beside him. He turned to see it was Louise Roccella-Roland, no longer a pupil In The Pink. She seemed stunning in a brunette beehive wig. Apart from the matching boots, she wore a tightly-fitting striped stretch top, with three quarter sleeves. It went down to her waist….which was it.
Surely he’d seen her somewhere before? “Do you like my Pat Keysell costume?” she asked. “Yes,” he admitted, “now I have it….from Vision On. It’s an ancient children’s TV programme from the 1970’s, which lives on in the annals of AV Record.” She sniggered. “Apparently dad’s one of her many million fans,” she said, “so Mum put the uniform together, for some naughty night-time nooky….” she shrugged, “….I’ll admit it was a shock to discover their deviances. It was during the Spring holidays when they went to work without tidying up the lounge….” careless, “….but she admitted their amorous activities when she returned home. She graciously agreed I could borrow it all for the Summer Balls….shall we take the floor? It’s a rumba, the dance of love, so we can handle our hineys without hindrance….” she licked her lips, “….your last lot of rubbery whacks were something else again, and I was playing with pussy at the sound of them....” she gave a grimace, “….sodding Stinks added another nine….six for Stroking Slits, and another three for Distracting detainees during Detention.”
She was, he agreed, a loving handful. “I expect he fancies you, Rocky,” he suggested as they turned in time to the tune. “So do I,” she agreed, “since he’s invited me to attend his study next term.” He smiled. It’s not exactly etchings on offer,” he explained, “but further forms of fetish which might be managed with the material.” He glanced across the floor, and saw another stunning slut. She looked lovely in Latex lingerie, so perhaps she had a point? But who was she….yes, the pretty prefect Adrienne Peeling. She was another of The Full Twins former dorm mates….and quite definitely Appealing. “What are BCNU beatings?” she asked, “since Stinks had made mention of them.” He kissed her forehead gently. “They’re Bare Caning, No Uniform,” he replied, “and you’ll have them from every teacher next week….” she shivered, “….a moveable feast of floggings. When you’ve received the rattan….” or whatever, “….you say Be Seein’ You Sir….or Ma’am.”
They twirled together, and she hugged him hard. “I’m looking forward to our study session,” she said, “and I although it was going to be two pairs of pussies on Sunday with Shanks’ Ponies, my dearest dorm mates have agreed to do an Awesome Foursome with you in the morning. It means you’ll be mine in the evening….although how much surplus semen you’ll have following fucking five floozies during the day is another matter. I won’t mind if you want to wank worthlessly before our date with some pertinent porn publications, if only to source some more supplies of spunk.” Not a bad idea, either. “Who’s horrible Harry’s ménage-a-quatre?” he asked, sourly. “It’s Mitchell Mary Murphy and Richella Ruth Rhodes,” she replied, “both 3M and The 3R’s are of The Shagger S♀ciety….” dorm 6K, hence The Six Knackerers, “….you should remember Theresa Rhys, since she’s The Token Straight Slut in The Six Lezzies.”
Again, the music stopped and they returned to her table. “It’s a rock and roll, Rock’N’Roll,” said H2O, as he strutted up, “might I take you to the floor?” She gave him a VERY old-fashioned expression. “You can fuck me on it any time at all next term, Harry,” she replied, “kindly make a note in your dalliance diary.” He smiled as he took her hand. “I’ll be honoured to do so,” he replied with all the confidence of a Confirmed Cunt Casanova. He strutted back to his own table, and took a sip of his orange juice. Then he Leched Longingly Like A Loser at the sight of Barbara Elland cavorting on the dance floor. Barbarella was dressed as her namesake from the cult classic semi Sci-Fi film flick from the swinging sixties. How he’d love to put her into the Pleasure Machine, the same as the ancient Actress Jane Fonda all those years ago.
She was dancing with Hercules Poke, another confounded Cunt Casanova. However he too had hailed from The Six X-hibiTI♂nists, and it certainly showed. Probably Poke Her would presently be poking her with his poker? He smiled at his own wit. Then he spotted someone else….a new nix from two terms previously. It was Servalan Ewell, apparently a dead-ringer for another ancient Actress, Jacqueline Pearce. Her on-screen part had been Supreme Commander of the Terran Federation, from the 1970’s Sci-Fi TV series of Blake’s 7. She was strutting around as though she owned the place….and quite clearly in many mere males’ minds, definitely did do so.
“It is time for a highlight of the evening,” said the amplified Iain Terrence Hayter, “we will be inviting everyone to take their partners presently for la Volta. But first, it will be the more modern version, which will take place on the Podium….” he gestured towards it, “….with the assistance of a Birching Block, which we have retrieved from the Original Teaching wing for the occasion. Aspiring Ampères should make their way into the Undercroft….” ha bloody ha, and a good electrical joke, “….where the Burdizzo Babes have kindly offered to keep order.”
He strutted out of the hall, accompanied by several other studs. The mood was sombre as they strutted in silence into the big basement. H2O was immediately behind him, however sodding Shagger was already standing by the black metal spiral staircase. Most likely he’d have accompanied The Burdizzo Babes here a few minutes previously? “This all puts me in mind of another of Davy’s distant dreams….” mused one, and most likely his Missus, since she’d used his given name, “….where Peter Purvis got given a one-way trip to the Gonads Gallows….” said a second, “….neck and knackers….and totally terminal to torso and testicles,” added a third. “I’ve seen filthy photos of felons about to be hanged,” said a somewhat soft sensual soprano, “and they’ve always been entertainingly and erotically erected.” Presumably this last was his frightful fagmistress? Even so, on the surface they all seemed the same.
“May we have our first aspiring Ampère….?” he heard The Headmaster asking, as sodding Shagger strutted up the staircase, when there was a rapturous round of applause, “….see his seven inches of circumcised sin. He should take the two steps up the Block, and lean forward with his legs spread. Then Section Officer Riffkin will act as Flyer.” There was a short silence. “AYEEEEE….HEEE….” he heard, “….WHEEEE….WHEEEE….KnackerKnackerKnackerKnacker.” It was, he agreed, a reasonable imitation of a machine gun….SMACKK “….oww.” it concluded. “Next please….and I will not repeat the instructions, since I suspect everyone in the Undercroft will now know the drill.” He strutted up the staircase, always easier on an ascent. Then he too emerged at the top, to more applause. “Wanker Boy Will offers eight inches of erotic enjoyment,” he confirmed for an appreciative audience, as he continued towards the Birching Block. In his mind’s eye it was indeed an erotic end, and curtains for cute cunt.
He ascended the scaffold, and waited for the worst. Somehow, her RAF uniform still seemed strict and sexy. “Ohh….” he gasped as she lunged towards him, and he leaned forward, “….AYEEEEE….HEEE,” he shrieked, as at once he was circling in space with one of her hands under his chest. “WHEEEE….WHEEEE….KnackerKnackerKnackerKnacker….” SMACKK “….Oww,” as she set him down after what seemed an eternity of knackered nuts. It was horribly humiliating, but delightfully delicious….Pick-Me-Up and Smack-Me-down, as his parents used to do when he was small. As soon as the room had stopped spinning, he strutted down the front steps off the Podium, with all eyes upon him. Exposure and exhibitionism didn’t get any better.
Then he turned to watch H2O have some of the same. Now at least he’d learn what it looked like from ground level. “It is H2O again,” said The Headmaster, “with a second seven inches, the same as sodding Shagger. But they ARE third cousins, so there is some excuse.” There was more mirth as his peer In The Pink strutted up the Birching Block, clearly no slouch himself with high heels. But then he was senior fag to his firm friend Richard Sharp. The poor sod’s fagging uniform for the past year had been a pink unisex slave apron, plus matching high-heeled shoes, so he’d had plenty of practice. “AYEEEEE….HEEE,” he gasped. “WHEEEEE….WHEEEE….KnackerKnackerKnackerKnacker,” SMACKK “….Oww.” All right, now he’d be happy to help any deviant damsels which wanted a whirl.
It was many minutes later when the final felon had flown, and he’d lost count of how many times his hiney had been handled. “Mesdemoiselles,” said The Headmaster, “and any other aspiring Ampères out there who fancy a flight, please choose a Flyer. We have selected some suitable harpsichord music to set the scene. You may include any other dance holds, since in la Volta, nothing at all is barred.” It began to play, even as Holly Totton ambled up to him. She too was wearing Latex lingerie. “Give us a go, guv’nor,” she muttered, “and you can smack me down….the same as my dad always did.” Amazing….since Hotty Totty’s botty was one of the best in the business. She’d most likely be winning the Mrs Shagton Rear Of The Year award next week.
“Most certainly, Ma’am,” he muttered, escorting her to an otherwise empty area of the dance floor. “Leap towards me,” he urged, “and I’ll catch your crotch.” She duly did so, and he caught her….well, on the hop. “Ohhh….Ohhh,” she gasped as he held her high, with one hand holding a beautiful boob, “….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as her fancy was fondled….SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” she gasped as he set her back onto her feet. “HELL,” she breathed, “I’d forgotten how horrendously humiliating it all is….but fun....” so Stop It I Like It? “….I’m impressed with your prowess in high heels, Wanker Boy Will….” she said, “….and I like your stripes….” she too held his hiney hard as they twirled in time to the music, “….were they the result of rubbery whacks? As you can see, I’ve always rather relished rubber.”
Got it in one. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, “they were during Detention this evening….” he paused, “….perhaps you should speak to Stinks about a session in his study next term? According to Rocky, there are further forms of fetish which might be managed with the material.” Their twirls took them towards Iain Terrence Hayter, who was talking with sodding Shagger. It was impossible to hear all the conversation because of all the ambient noise, but he definitely caught the phrase, “….Felon Flogging Fridays at five….” he smiled slightly as he spotted one of The Con Artists launching a lovely Lady into space. She was Sigurlin Rushden, once one of The Six Bi Babes. Presumably, she’d be feeling some sort of….well, Sugar Rush? What wonderful wit.
According to the hall clock it was 8.55pm, and he’d had no shortage of sluts….utterly unlike this time last year. Then, he’d spent most of the miserable evening sitting seething on the sidelines, whilst waiting forlornly for floozies to beat a path to his penis. His present pretty partner for a pasodoble had been Verity Gneiss, captain of this year’s dorm 6B. She was, he agreed as he escorted her back to her table, Very Nice. As he continued to his own, he passed Pet It, who was petting Poison Ivy’s posterior. Clearly, it had been convincingly cropped. The evening’s entertainments, if not his high heels, were wearing well.
Was this, he wondered wittily, an example of Syllepsis? “We’ve both danced with a dozen different dudes,” said Sinful, “and want to be on our wicked way, Wanker Boy Will….” she licked her lips, “….since it’s time to take a tool to two twats,” added Eyeful. They arose, and each took an arm. How could he ever have been jealous of such innocent actions? They headed towards the double doors, all hands on hineys. Then it was into the first of the long, dark cold corridors taking them to the Prefects’ Study wing. He’d have one more night….well, the latter half of it, in dorm. Then it would be back to the life of luxury, from which he’d been cruelly separated for the past week.
“How are the high heels doing?” asked Eyeful. “I’ll admit they’re starting to hurt horribly,” he replied, “so how the lovely Ladies manage all day in the office is another matter.” They both shrugged. “I hope you now have some sneaking sympathy for Secretaries,” said Sinful. Fair comment, as they reached the entrance hall. “It’s easier on the Up,” he said lightly as they tackled the first flight. “We’re both on Level 1,” said Sinful, “Sis is in study 11 and I’m next door in 12.” Which would, he agreed, make matters easier.
They reached the landing, and continued into the gloomy corridor. “Sodding Shagger says this journey represents the Cunt At Infinity,” he mused, “which is a mathematical construct of his own making.” They both giggled girlishly. “Yes,” said Sinful, “representing a destination desperately desirable, yet utterly unattainable. He mentioned it to us one evening, whilst screwing in his study.” He should have sussed sodding Shagger had bonked them both….and possibly several times? “Just the once,” said Eyeful, with some sadness, “but memories are made of this….” so HER apparent mind reading abilities were similarly sound
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Iona Fuller
tu plenus et sum qualia fullo
“….welcome to the Eiffel Tower, as it’s known….” what else? “….the logo’s chronically coarse Latin for You’re Full And I’m Fuller….” more wit, “….both ours are the same, as you might expect….” he pushed the door open, and stood aside for them to pass, “….you ARE thus, I assume?” Once again, his penis pulsed as proof. “I’m rearing for release,” he confirmed, “as I haven’t done so since Wednesday morning.” They sniggered softly. “We heard all about it on the Bush Telegraph,” said Eyeful, “in The Headmaster’s Corridor, whilst wanking worthlessly with Brownie Babes. You should be ashamed of yourself, corrupting the nation’s youth in such a filthy fashion.” Although the so-called innocent young Ladies could probably show HIM a thing or two.
“It’ll be your Caning For Cunt first,” said Sinful, “however you’ll be relieved to learn our currencies are both Six For Sex. Lie down as you are on Sis’ bed, and we’ll swish you soundly and simultaneously….staccato style in pairs. It’ll be concluded quite quickly, and then we can continue with our quest towards copulation.” He strutted across the study, placed a pillow horizontally halfway, and then lay across it. “I like attacking an adorable arse in the air,” said Eyeful. “Talking of which, Mesdemoiselles,” he murmured, “I’m able to assist with anilingus, recalling how you both hail from The Six Arses Licked. I’m afraid I avoided dorm 6A all last year, but hopefully The Green Goddess has spoken to you?” They nodded, as they collected a couple of canes, and flexed them firmly between their fingers.
SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK
“OOOOO..HOOOO….TWO….no, four, thank you MESDEMOISELLES,” he gasped since they were actually two pairs. “We were delighted when she confirmed you’d seen the light,” said Sinful, “so you can lick our fannies and fancies first. Then you can use a dildo head-harness, to screw us simultaneously. After spunking, you can take a breather, whilst watching us at work.” Wonderful, since he’d always enjoyed perusing porn with lovely Lezzies licking.
SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK
“YI..HI….EIGHT….a straight eight, thank you MESDEMOISELLES,” he gasped with a Hurting Hello. “When you report to Terrence’s study tomorrow morning for your restoration, Wanker Boy Will,” said Sinful, “perhaps you should suggest some swishing?” But why would he want more whacks? “It’d be one of your last beatings by the beak,” Eyeful explained, “and the annals of memory lane are strange things. You may wish to revisit the rattan….” surely this was what Summer School was all about? “….at least you’d have Asked for the application of the agonies onto an already aching arse. Somehow, voluntary vapulations are more fun. You could even consider it to be a BCNU beating?” Possibly they DID have a point? “I’ll bear it in mind, Mesdemoiselles,” he muttered.
SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK
“Yay..HEYY….TWELVE….a dozen due, thank you MESDEMOISELLES. I know I needed them for the crimes of coitus….ohh,” he added as they both fondled his flogged fanny. “Kneel by the bed, in the Position For Pleasuring,” they ordered. He shimmied off it, and Sinful took his place, doggy style and presenting a perfect posterior plus pussy. “It’ll be Tickling Tarts with tongue,” said Eyeful, “whilst simultaneously strafing shoulders and seat for such sin. I’ll stop when Sis cums.” She wandered away towards the back wall, and returned several seconds later clutching several items of coercion and correction.
He prised apart his prize, with possible polyptoton. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he started work….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped as the seven strands of sheer suffering strafed his shoulders. She was shivering with sexual stress, so this WOULDN’T take very long. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped, as his seat was struck, “….UHHH….UHHH….Yes….YESS….YESS.” He released his hold on her hiney, and the two Twins changed places. It would, he suspected, be an identical foray into floozy fun. “UHHH….UHHH,” moaned Eyeful….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped, “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped, “….UHHH….UHHH….Yes….YESS….YESS.” Done and dusted, he reflected happily.
“It’ll be handcuffs, Wanker Boy Will,” said Sinful, “then be back on the bed as before, but with your beaten bottom on the pillow. We’ll screw you in the Superior style….with me fucking first.” Although it would make no difference. “Yes, Mesdemoiselles,” he murmured, “I’m only an innate inferior of no account….a plaything penis for pussy pleasure.” They smiled widely, as she strapped the harness over his head. “Ohh,” he murmured as a pink leather leash was attached to his testicles. “A pound will pull your pulsing penis perpendicular,” said Eyeful, “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as his scrotum was stretched, and the leash lowered over the end of the bed. Then they knelt astride him, facing each other. “UHHH….UHHH,” moaned Eyeful as she screwed herself on the dildo, “UHHH….UHHH,” moaned Sinful as she slid down his straining shaft.
He gritted his teeth, and tried to think of England. It wasn’t easy, faced with an adorable arse and tickled tool. “UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS,” they gasped in time together. “MMMMFFFF….” he moaned as Eyeful face sat him soundly, “…..UHHH….UHHH,” he added as Sinful humped him hard. Sod….it was so much suffering for so short a stimulation, and already he was falling over the edge. “UHHH….UHHH….EPHH….EPHH,” the best he could manage as his mouth was covered. Then he spurted several times into Sinful’s superb slit. “Stand up, Wanker Boy Will,” ordered Eyeful, and lie on the settee, facing us. “AHHH,” he gasped as he pulled the 1lb lead weight behind him. He lay with his head over an arm. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as the leash was draped over the other end, and his scrotum stretched a second time. Then they retreated back to the bed, and adopted the sixdy nine Position….a twin thing too, in addition to firm and favourite female friends.
According to the wall clock, it was a quarter of an hour later before they finally finished with each other’s fanny and fancy. His testicles were in torment, however his penis still pulsed. Hopefully, he should have sufficient semen stored in his sac to service the second slut? “We’re ready to roll, Wanker Boy Will,” said Eyeful, “and this time it’s my turn to take your tool. I can see it’s still a solid eight inches of erotic enjoyment.” He struggled back to his feet. “AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as he pulled his penance, and they arranged him as previously. “MMMMFFFF….” he moaned as Sinful face sat him, “….UHHH,” he added as Eyeful slithered along his shaft. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” they both moaned identically, “UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS….YESS.”
They stopped for a long second. “MMMMFFFF,” he moaned, unable to breath because of a beautiful bum. “Best put him out of his misery, Sis,” he heard Sinful saying. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….EPH….EPH….EPH,” he moaned as he spunked the second slut. His breathing was ragged when he finally….well, saw the light. “Ohh….” he moaned as his head-harness was removed, “….ohh,” he repeated as the testicle torment was terminated. “T..Thank you so much for the scrotum suffering,” he said shakily, “as a plums pain pervert, I’m sure it helped keep me hard.” They sniggered softly. “We heard how much you enjoyed Walk The Plank with Mississippi last week,” said Sinful, “so your personal perversions and peccadilloes are pretty plain.” Rumbled….as they removed their clothes, and folded them neatly.
“Turn over,” said Eyeful, “and I’ll take off your handcuffs….” he did so, and suddenly he could move his arms, “….here’s a tissue for your tool….” he accepted it and wiped his wilting willy. Already his soft shaft had shrivelled, “….we two will shower together. I’m afraid it’ll take some time, since we’ll be Wasting Water….” plying their pussies, probably with the strongest jet, “….was this your first fucking foray with a Bi-some threesome?” He smiled. “Yes,” he admitted, “I hope it didn’t show too badly.” She shook her head. “You did very well, Wanker Boy Will,” said Sinful, “thank you for stepping into the breach at such short notice.” He grinned. “It was my pleasure, Mesdemoiselles….” he said as they padded towards the shower room, “….and ours too,” said Eyeful as the door closed behind them.
He struggled to his feet, strutted shakily to the study door, and kicked off the hell of his high heels. He stacked them tidily and stashed the bowtie inside. “Ohh,” he moaned as he finally removed the Naccatape from his nuts. Next he picked up a Happy Hooker’s handbag, and rummaged through it. Sod’s law….his Short Shirt must be in the second? Then he located it, and folded it neatly onto his shoes. Now he was ready to leave, sometime in the wee small hours as they’d asked. In the meantime, he’d have the luxury of sleeping with two sluts. He padded back to the bed, and slipped beneath the bedclothes on his side. Roll on tomorrow….with his restoration. Then a seriously satisfied slumber took him, accompanied by some sounds of shared sin from the shower.
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