Oaks happy to see he was still a pillar of purity. Ivy bent over once more to pull down his garments.
As he did, Oaks stole a look back at the boy’s bent over hole, teasing it with his fingers, eager to feel its warmth and tightness.
Eager to see the boy perform, he dropped his hand and spoke up. “Let’s begin,” Oaks said to Ivy, grabbing his focus with a look from his piercing gray eyes. Ivy walked the long walk to the end of the stretcher bar, turning to face the seated President Oaks.
