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While Miguel cleaned up, Jean and her mom sat on the couch and discussed how well the evening went. Loud enough for Miguel to hear her mom thanked Jean for lending her Miguel as without his help she would have been too exhausted doing everything by herself. She added how the ladies had nothing but praise for Miguel and how a manservant was a great idea, especially one who didn't hover. It was as though he was invisible to her guests, unless needed. Like an apparition he appeared and just as quickly disappeared.
It was close to 2 before Miguel finished cleaning up. He was in the middle of scrubbing the sink clean when Jean came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him whispering into his ear, her breath warm, as she pressed her breasts against him, "Thanks. After you finish with the sink I have a surprise for you. Where's the key Father G gave you?"
He whispered back, worried Jean's mom might hear, "On my key ring in your room."
She said, "Good. I'll be back in a minute. After you're done, go to my room and take a shower. "
He started to say something but she put her finger against his lips and said, "Shhh. No questions. Just do as I asked." She then whispered, "I love you," before unwrapping her arms from around him.
His exhaustion from what had been a very long and demanding day vanished. Helping with the party had prevented him from analyzing the day's events and there had been no opportunity to discuss with Jean what he had experienced and its effect on him. He focused his energy on the last grey mark in the sink, scrubbing it away. Done, he rinsed the sponge out.
He didn't glance towards the living room, but headed to Jean's bedroom where he quickly stripped. He briefly studied himself in the bathroom mirror admiring the steel cage imprisoning his penis. Before showering he sat on the toilet sea and urinated concluding it was easier than trying to align his urethra with the slit at the end of his cage.
He quickly showered, toweled off, used the blowdryer again on his genitals, and noticed on the bathroom vanity a note from Jean next to a small glass bottle. It read, "For my jewels."
He opened the bottle, peered in, and poured a little onto his finger. Its smell and texture he recognized as the chrism oil Father G had suggested he use to prevent chafing. Comprised mainly of olive oil he detected other ingredients, lavender, frankincense, myrrh, and a hint of eucalyptus. He applied it to the base of the cage where it made contact with the base of his penis and his pubis. Then he applied it to his testicles which no longer hung. The leather covered chain wrapped around the backside of his scrotum he paid particular attention to lubricating as that was where the risk of chafing was greatest. His testicles were very pronounced, one on each side of the metal shaft. He oiled them, noting how sensitive they were and how good it felt to massage the oil into them.
He capped the bottle, washed his fingers, appreciating Jean's kind gesture, wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the bathroom, unsure of what to expect as he entered Jean's bedroom.
The room was dark.
"Turn off the bathroom light," he heard Jean say, "and come here."
He did suppressing the need to ask, "What about your mom?"
Halfway to her bed, Jean turned on her nighstand lamp. At the edge of the bed, she was on her side under the covers.
As he approached the bed she threw the covers off of her revealing herself to him in all her naked glory. She had never looked so beautiful he thought. Her eyes seemed to be a darker blue and her hair almost black, but it was her body he found most beautiful. He didn't know if it was the pose but she reminded him of a painting of a 17th century courtesan in an art gallery by a painter he couldn't remember of a woman lounging in bed, her body lush, fecund, womanly, and inviting.
He got to the side of the bed and stood there. While he wasn't musclebound he had muscle and he was so lean his abdomen was well defined. He had a nice chest and good arms and legs even if they were never going to push huge amounts of weight. He possessed little body hair and probably never would. Save for his undersized manhood which wasn't ugly he knew he was visually pleasing to Jean's eye.
She whispered, "I like the cage. Seeing you in it is makes me very wet."
He answered, "I like it too. And I'm glad it arouses you."
She asked him if he liked what he saw.
He answered, "More than you'll ever know."
She reached out and grabbed the metal shaft, then ran her nails across his testicles sending shivers up his spine.
"I see you used the oil I left for you. I wouldn't want my jewels to get damaged." She cupped his scrotum, giving it a gentle squeeze commenting, "And these are mine aren't they?"
He answered, "They are."
She reached over, stretching, her left breast, bruised from her lovers' bites and hands, the nipple distended, making him hunger to suckle at it, and turned off the lamp.
"Join me," she said.
He climbed into the bed as she scooted to the other side. In the dark, on their sides facing each other they began to kiss each telling the other how much they were missed. In between kisses Jean implored Miguel to make love to her.
He took charge working his way slowly down her body. Using his mouth and fingers he began at her ears, down her neck,, then her shoulders, followed by minutes on each breast, making her squirm, pant, and moan, increasing her desire, then licking and kissing his way down her abdomen, dipping his tongue into her navel, positioning his body between her thighs, before pressing his face to the wetness between her open thighs.
Hours earlier she would have tasted of Tommy, but now all he smelled and tasted was Jean's myrrh. He lapped, nibbled, probed, fingered, and flicked her entire sex, marveling at how her arousal opened her, but how tight she could squeeze his fingers as he used them to fuck her while he licked her. With his other hand he reached up and pulled and twisted her nipples, alternating between each breast. He was driving her crazy and loving it. He was turning her into a bitch in heat, wanting to cum.
