"Ah," Roger said, "I'd love it if you would spread your legs but I'd understand if you don't want to."It took me awhile to work up the courage."Oh, th...t's beautiful," Roger said when my knees began moving apart. "Yes, I like that."The authenticity of his appreciation was working like an aphrodisiac on me. I could see a look of awe in his eyes. At last I was fully open to him."Oh my God, Clara, you're so beautiful," he said. "I love your colors. The black of your hair, the pinkness of your. There’s a reason! I’ve read about it and written about it but never at my age ever expected to find myself in a similar position to the poor chaps that I feature in so many of my stories. Yes, my wife has … There’s someone else. The biter bit, or perhaps the writer hit indeed! His name is Joss, and no despite the name he is quite white as white could be though there are some strong hints of black about him. As you may imagine then, his full head of ginger hair makes him quite striking. Younger. . Do you know what Ben is doing right now?” I listened but couldn't hear her response.“No, he isn't with 'Harry'... he is kneeling in front of me... yes, thats right. He is sucking my cock. Yes, isn't he! Oh you do! I'm sure I would like that as well. Yes, yes you can listen, I will put the phone close to his mouth...”I slupped and slurped as she listened. Even though she couldn't see me I was thrilled that she knew what I was doing. Serving a cock. I took him deep and noisily. Phillipe held. It carries itself with grace and maturity, its very presence demanding respect and adoration from all who witness it. Its eyes find me.“Ah, I see my son found himself a plaything.” A beautiful feminine voice emanates from the regal leviathan. “How selfish of him not to think of his siblings. I suppose he’ll have to share.”At the sound of her voice, the remaining eggs begin to shake and crack. Wings, tails, talons, fangs, cocks. Twelve imposing dragons. Twelve monstrous cocks. What horror I felt.