Good Morning, Antoine, she called out as we entered. Here's my bitch. Look her over and let me know what you think.
Why was she calling me a bitch, I wondered? I was a guy with a cock and balls; not very big perhaps, but still present.
Antoine told her to walk me around for everyone's view. We walked slowly around a rather large room. She held my hand aloft as we slowly circled the room.
My curiosity was aroused. Why was I here? The room had a stage in the middle; and on it was a bed along with several floor to ceiling poles. There were 3 stairs leading from the floor to the stage.
Antoine must have made a motion; Mama led me onto the stage.
To be continued
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