Chapter 46

Cassandra's mouth fell open, shock coursing through her veins. Thomas, despite a flicker of fear and nervousness, found solace in the familiarity of his wife's presence. He took a deep breath, centering himself, and allowed his anxiety to dissipate like a wisp of smoke in the breeze.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Cassandra shifted her weight, sliding down Thomas's knees to better examine her husband's most intimate part. Curiosity piqued, she reached out, taking hold of him. His flesh was soft beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the hardened exterior he often presented to the world. She recalled her Gurus' teachings—if his manhood was soft, it was her duty to rouse it, to coax it into vigor with her mouth and tongue. Cassandra yearned for more than just the basic knowledge; she craved techniques, artistry, the dance of desire that would make this act truly her own. Thanks to her two new Gurus, she had begun to learn the intricacies, the subtle nua