The final trick was kneading the underside of Ruby’s cock head with her right-hand thumb while jerking the hilt portion with her left hand. One day, her daughter would meet a man who loved her, cock and all, and this pleasure was hers to discover. Can’t wait to finally know why.” Ruby laid the sarcasm a bit thick but she was positively sick of hearing the same story about her name. She tilted the container to catch the initial batch before bringing it back on its wheels once the bottom filled up. She knew that it was better to leave Ruby’s female garden untouched. Ruby’s mom sighed again. She lived in constant fear of people making remarks over the long skirt she wore every single day, summer or winter, rain or shine, day or night, why she was exempted from gym class and never seen near a swimming pool, or why the simple act of sitting down was an elaborate and awkward exercise.
