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This time, Lucinda Grey was not surprised when she heard Daisy Trowbridge’s loud moans and sighs; heard her begging; begging for Linc’s cock.

It gave her an idea.

First, you have to understand that even at her age; even having been married, at that time and place cunnilingus was not a part of her world. When Daisy explained what Linc did to her, it was unfathomable.

With boys like Marcus and Linc, she never considered engaging with them. Not even when she saw their huge cocks when she spied on them through the keyhole in their baths.

Her husband, too busy making money, had neglected her. She didn’t miss his love and affection. It had been no big deal when he was alive, and now that he’d been gone for years and years, it was still no big deal.

However, Daisy Trowbridge’s revelation gave her pause; maybe there was something she was missing.

Which brings us to one of the boys she’d pulled off the streets of Chicago. His name was Zachary. He’d been her charge for the past two years. Now, he was eighteen and Mrs. Grey had no idea what to do with him; had no idea why she even kept him around. He was boyishly handsome, but small for his age.

When she spied on him, she didn’t see anything. He was clearly an adult male. He had hair on his chest and between his legs, but the truth was his thick pubic hair hid whatever he had. In fact, when she looked at herself in the mirror after her own bath, she realized that what she had was similar to what Zachary had: a mass of pubic hair hid most of her womanhood. His hid whatever he had; there was barely a hint of his maleness.

Although she’d never admit to masturbating, there were occasions when her fingers wandered through that mass of pubic hair. She didn’t know the medical terms for the parts of her womanhood, but there was one part that was overly sensitive; and when she touched it just right, it felt like a bolt of lightning through her body. Then it stood out through that pubic hair. It stood out just about the same way that Zachary’s cock stood out through his pubic hair.

Like all the boys, Zachary masturbated in the bath. Linc, Marcus and the others unknowingly put on quite a show for the maids and even Mrs. Grey, standing there with their over-sized cocks in their hand. Stroking it, stroking it until it exploded. When the maids thought their employer was out of earshot, they commented on what they’d seen. “Horse-like,” “monster,” “deformed.” “like my broom handle, only thicker.” “He spurts far more than my husband.” “He shoots a pint, at least.”

It wasn’t like that with Zachary. Oh, sure he masturbated, but it was all Lucinda Grey could do to keep from laughing. After seeing Zachary once, the maids never bothered to watch him in the bath again. He used his thumb and forefinger to play with his cock. Even then it was almost invisible. It was as if he reached manhood and one part of his body stayed behind.

The maids laughed at him behind his back. Zachary was oblivious. He had no idea what he didn’t have. Mrs. Grey knew why they were laughing, but was hesitant to reprimand them. They didn’t know she was also spying.

She couldn’t very well have Zachary entertain one of the ladies in her group, who were complaining about the absence of love in their life. Who would pay for that?

However, if Zachary could be skilled with his tongue, like Daisy Trowbridge suggested that Linc had, she was certain that women might willingly pay; pay dearly.

Did all men like it like Linc apparently liked it? Would Zachary like it? Would he be talented? Talented enough for women to pay?

First, she explained to young Zachary that now that he was eighteen, it

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