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“Good night, Mr. Milverton.” Ruskin said to his employer and instinctively grabbed his hand. He liked holding Mr. Milverton’s hand while he was sleeping. It comforted him, sweetening his dreams.
But he suddenly froze. What he touched wasn’t hand-like - it was longer and it started growing in Ruskin’s embrace. Ruskin immediately turned red from the embarrassment. He grabbed Mr. Milverton’s penis - not his hand!
“I am sorry, sir.” He apologized, but Mr. Milverton just chuckled.
“It’s fine - but now you are not allowed to sleep.” He ordered and Ruskin’s redness turned to joyful blush.
“I don’t even want to, sir.”