And Mrs. Vastos, who were still sitting together, hand-in-hand. The woman looked somewhat crestfallen. "Oh Susie! What you do to my boys. They a...ll wore out. Even their schlongs." She was so proud of her sons' schlongs that she almost resented the fact that Susie had been able to defeat them. But she was basically a good-natured lady, and she had so enjoyed the sight of her sons and her nephew ploughing their big schlongs into Susie's tiny body. And Susie was so appreciative, said. "And continuing to wash it will have unanticipated consequences." What if I want those consequences?" she asked. He merely braced himself against the wall above her head. He arched above her, sheltering her without touching her. She dropped the washcloth and brought her soapy hand to his groin. His testes seemed to shrink away from her attention. His penis was warm and responsive and smooth in her hand. Then it seemed to get larger. Then he pushed his groin forward, and the penis throbbed in. I dressed up that night, knowing that you were going to be there. I haven't seen you much this past year. You've been too busy with your business, and you married Pia and had your honeymoon and everything. I've bitterly been waiting for news of Pia expecting, of bearing the child that I'm supposed to carry, since before the wedding even happened, and I've resented you both for being so absent even while I think she's magical and pretty and in moments where my poisoned little mind can see. ’I don’t know what he is talking about. ‘Sir, I don’t know what you mean.’‘I can tell by looking at you that you want to show me how much you mean what you said when you were begging to be my fag slut. You know, how you want to lick my ass nice and clean and then see how far up my ass you can get your fag tongue.’I can’t believe what he just said. How can he expect me to do that? But how do I say no? I had just told him I would do what he said and this is what he wants obviously. Don’t say.