“For those that have not accrued further demerits following the prior day’s punishment, they are milked thusly.” Putting actions to words, Miss Frothinglips stroked three cocks in turn with gloved hand, until they ejaculated into a linen kerchief. They seemed even quicker to spend than Mr. Jones-Smyth had inside me. Perhaps all men come quickly. My mused thoughts were set aside when the first three footmen buttoned their trousers and departed. “What of Tony then?” I said, pointing at the remaining swollen cock. Her reply was cool and haughty. “A month without discipline, and the male may tup my arse.”
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I love the idea of observing while Miss Frothinglips calmly and coolly strokes those hard cocks…. excellent as always 🙂
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Miss Frothinglips has quite the stiff upper lip when dealing with, erm, stiff cocks. 😉
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😀😀😀
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OOOOH I so would like to do my own fondling!
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You can be in charge of the milking. 😉
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