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ass, boy?" Chip meekly replied, "No, Sir." "You know
where the ass cleaner is, boy. Go do it," Mark barked. Then he
turned to me and said, "George, why don't you go see that he
does it right." Not knowing what he meant, I followed Chip down
the hall to the bathroom.
In the bathroom there was a glass enclosed tub with a
European style shower on a flexible hose mounted on the wall.
Chip stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He said
to me that "Mark likes real clean asses" and suggested that I
get in the shower with him. Having enjoyed a shower with Chip
just the night before, I welcomed the opportunity to do it
again. We soaped each other all over, paying particular
attention to each other's asses. Then Chip took the shower head
off of its hook on the wall, unscrewed the shower head and
handed the streaming hose to me. "Here, wash my ass for me will
you," he said, and turned his back to me, leaned over, spread
his ass cheeks with his hands exposing his lovely asshole to
full view. I took the hose and started to direct the stream of
warm water toward that lovely little rosebud I had enjoyed so
much the night before. It started to spasm a bit as the warm
water hit it. Chip then reached around, grabbed my arm at the
wrist and forced the tip of
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