"Drink it down Sissy!" cried one of the ladies.Sissy was humiliated, he could taste Fifie spunk in his mouth, now these laughing women had ordered him...to swallow Fifie spunk. Warder Jones saw Sissy's hesitation, and lifted her whip.An elderly spinster named Miss Rain's, feigning sympathy, placed her forefinger under Sissy's chin, saying, "I know it's a nasty taste but drink it down, like a good girl, you don't want a spanking off Warder Jones, do you."Sissy swallowed Fifies spunk, the elderly. "Fraid so," I said, taking her arm. She trembled and then collapsed against me. I patted her back and enjoyed the feel of her ripe body next to mine. The bloody fight and my horny nature combined to stir my lust, and the woman was enough to enliven a bronze statue to rigid concupiscence. I was painfully hard."What will we do?" she stammered."Where were you headed?" I asked, my body still trembling a bit, nerves on edge."Washington's army, his headquarters. My uncle there was bearing some sort. ” Ashriel looked him up and down. Devon was almost as tall as he was, and though he was muscular, he wasn’t anywhere near Ashriel’s size. Ashriel had carried boulders up and down Mount Chielos for over three hundred siglons. Not to build his body up the way he had for vanity, but rather for humility. He taught himself to crave hard arduous labor instead of pleasure. He knew one slap would toss Devon flat on his ass, and he itched to do it. Ashriel nodded and began to circle Devon, whose eyes. But the dress is ...well, you know. Tiny red dress, showing black garters, fishnets, and mygod! Those heels!" True." So where are you heading?" Iron Horse." The gay leather bar? And you're going to let him go in there with pinklips and PTA mom makeup? No way! Why don't you let me do him a look that'smore appropriate. No obligation, and he'll fit in a lot better."Sandra looked at her watch. "We have time," she said"I don't want to go to a gay bar," I said."That settles it," said Sandra, who gave.