To write about the inspection Penthouse performed on me the morning before I left is entirely too blushy. I’ve tried. I can’t.
But the blushiest part was probably when he was about to put his finger in my asshole and went to put a rubber glove on.
“Daddy?” I asked, “what’s the glove for?”
He let some lube coolly drip over my ass. “The other boys don’t use it when they play with your little asshole?” I shook my head no and he chuckled. “Well, that’s just silly, sweetheart.”
Holy condescension, Batman.