“And what make you so excited now?”
“It was the sight of your beautiful legs just now, and the recollection of what I saw the other day, ma’am,” I stammered out, blushing more than ever.
While this conversation was going on, her soft hand grasped my distended prick, and had commenced slowly slipping the loose skin over the swollen head, and allowing it to slip back again.
“I suppose, Charles, after what you saw in the closet, you know what this is meant to do.”
I muttered out an indistinct reply that I did, and I hung down my blushing face.
“You have never put it into a lady, have you?”
“Oh! dear no, ma’am.”
“Would you like to do so?”
I did not answer, but sheepishly held down my head.
“Did you see what I had in the same place, when you were in the closet?”