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now, this boy was volunteering, and all he had
to do was close his eyes and imagine...."All right, Amri. But if you
tell a single living soul about this, I'll have your balls for
dinner!"
"Understood, master!" Amri responded, looking appropriately
concerned, and dropping to his knees submissively. Shardin loosened
his pants, sat back in his favorite chair and closed his eyes,
smiling. In a moment he felt two hands caressing his balls and
lightly stroking the velvety-soft sheath that contained his long
phallus. He pictured Caitlin, as Yumi Adachi had done this very thing a few
days before, and groaned with desire. The hands tickled his sensitive
groin, causing him to shiver with pleasure, and his hardening shaft
began to rise up out of its protective sheath. A tongue was there to
meet it.
Shardin once again gave a moan as he thought of Caitlin's tongue
teasing the head of his now-aching organ. The tongue was swirling on
it, and a mouth softly folded around it, sucking slightly.
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