Delmonico did not say a word. He merely stood up, brushed off his Prada jeans, and pranced quickly to Caleb's side. Delmonico placed a manicured hand on Caleb's girlish shoulder and pushed him into a kneeling position with the calm agression that a lioness uses to bathe her newborn cubs.
With wide, moist eyes like a majestic deer, Caleb opened his mouth wide, ready to accept Delmonico's spicy meat pole.
"Not this time, princess," said Delmonico with a Richard Simmons squeal.
"It's time for you to clean out your filthy little mouth!"
Delmonico quickly pulled down his jeans and Bill Blass silk bikini underwear. He placed his gaping, blown-out anus over Caleb's mouth and squeezed out a 9-inch long log that contained the remnants of yesterday's Nicoise salad.
As Caleb chewed and chomped with the delight of a squirell with a sunflower seed, Delmonico let Mr. Foofer, the couples' prized Shi Tzu, lick his dripping asshole clean.