"Miss Veronica," Smithers announced emphatically, "Miss Betty is on the phone."Reggie closed the robe as the servant scarcely disguised his lust. "Are...you gonna just stand there listening to me?" Miss Veronica!" There was a haughty, mocking tone to Smithers' voice. "There are no secrets here!"Reggie picked up the phone. "Hello, Betty."Betty was amazed to hear Reggie's voice on the other end of the line. "Uh... Reggie? Gosh, I must have called you by mistake." It's a long story. I can make it a. He had a stout cock on him, which was half inflated at this stage. He also had a fine big pair of balls.Miss Priscilla went to her desk and took out a long piece of white silk ribbon. The boy eas almost crying with shame.But he stood upright as Miss Priscilla approached. I could see his cock grow as her perfume filled his nostrils. Miss Priscilla expertly looped the silk round the base of his ball sac and tied it off tight with a knot. Then the ribbon was looped round both his balls and the. It had been a full year now, since her husbands' death. About eight months working with Anthony. Anthony, or Tony as she called him in private, was a full-grown man, whose family tended to treat him as a child. She guessed his age at two and twenty. Tall and well muscled. Dark hair. And the lightest blue eyes she'd ever seen. Tony had been born blind. He'd been sent out of the state when he was nine years old. He spent a few years learning how to read Braille. How to write both free hand with a. ” Soraya’s brows went up. “Well then… up the butt; no baby in the gut.”I laughed. “I guess it’s worked for me so far.” But when Soraya looked away, my smile slowly fell.ELENA Percian Feltian was a slight boy of nineteen years. His features were soft and angular in the elven fashion, and his fair complexion almost made him pretty. He was dressed like a male model, spoke with an affected lisp, and gesticulated like his hands were autonomous. He was, without a doubt, the gayest man I’d ever met in.