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more where that came from," I said coldly, noting withpleasure a certain darkening of skin where the blood hadbeen brought to the surface by the force of my blow. "Yes,ma'am." Defeated, the head returned to its position on thetable and once again I put my hands on those firm cheeks."Now," I said, "relax the muscle." I could feel beneath myfingers the muscles slowly, reluctantly go slack. I confess Iwas now trembling with excitement. Gently, carefully Ipushed the cheeks apart until everything--secret sphincterand all--was revealed. Normally at moments of greatvictory, there is a sense of letdown. But not in this case. Forone thing I had half feared to find him not clean--unlike somany anal erotics I am not at all attracted by fecal matter,quite the reverse in fact. Yet had he not been tidy, hishumiliation would have been total. So I was torn betweenconflicting desires. As it turned out, his shower had beenthorough. The sphincter resembled a tiny pale pink tearose, or perhaps a kitten's nose and mouth. From itscircumference, like the rays of a sunburst, bronze hairsreflected the overhead light. The only disappointment wasthat he had craftily managed to arrange his scrotum so thatit was entirely out of view, only a thick tuft of hair at thejuncture of the groin indicating the direction in which it couldbe found. But sufficient to the moment are the revelationsthereof. I squeezed some lubricant from a tube onto myindex finger and then, delicately, touched the never-usedentrance. A tremor went through his whole body-the term"fleshquake" occurred to me: so Atlantis must haveshuddered before the fall! Carefully, daintily, I applied the