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sweetly, "A hand-
made topping - from a friend!" and continued, oblivious. She
then passed the container to Mary, who, after anointing her
artichoke, passed the container to me. "Finish it off," Anne
ordered, "and be sure the container is quite clean before you
return it to Mary!"
While it was not the first time I had tasted cum, it was the
first in many years, and never before had I consumed some that
had been, as it was, standing for so long. It really didn't do
much for me, and in fact it turned my stomach a bit, especially
when I had to clean the container with my finger, but I performed
as directed. Naturally, neither Anne nor Mary had any comment;
in fact, they conducted themselves through dinner as if I weren't
there. There conversation had little to do with anything partic-
ularly of interest to me: local politics, a book they had read,
etc. Every now and then one or the other would turn to me, smile
patronizingly, and caress my hair, or beard, or occasionally
pinch my ass or balls, but mostly I was ignored. They ordered a
Caesar salad for me, and a glass of mineral water; to keep me
from getting too full, they said.
Soon, it seemed, they were ordering dessert. As the waiter left,
Lady Anne reached into Kawori's purse and pulled out a cock cage. A
study in
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