Even Obedient, Reggie is Reggie

Reggie glowered not leered at the naked and sexually satisfied Betty. (He wished he could feel satisfied.) He shoved down his pants and boxers turned to face Veronica. Stepping on them until he could step out of them, he went back to her, still scowling.

"Well?!" Veronica scowled back at him, righteously indignant. She hadn't finished pulling herself up from being half on the floor. "Are you going to help a lady to her seat?"

"I don't see a lady!" But Reggie did what Veronica wanted him to do. He had the sickening, ego-crippling feeling that he was going to be always under Rich Bitch's thumb. And what was he going to get out of it? Not money; he wasn't even another of her lackey servants! He did, though, get to-and did!-touch her beautiful, pampered, exercised-by-experts, nude bod.

As he was lifting her back in the arm chair, Reggie the Rat's hands shifted to her naked tits and pulled her the rest of the way with them.

"Ee,ow! Stop that this instant, Reggie!"

He did, but he gave her a you deserved it expression.

"Let's go back to worshiping my pussy. But THIS time you are going to do it right!"

"Whatever you say," he grimaced.

"But, first, take off your shirts. I want to see you naked. You may have the penis of a little boy, but you certainly do not have the body of a little boy."

"Of course, not," Reggie said, gladly obeying. "My physique is the best! I could go into college, even pro, sports if my grades were just a little better." And, not looking forward to eating her out, he posed to show off his muscles.

Veronica couldn't help laughing, amused. His manly body did not have a manly member.

Smoke appeared over Reggie's head.

Meanwhile, Betty was trying to forget about those two by hugging her Archie with both her arms and legs. The only thing between them was his huge, hard cock.

"Betty! I think something's *groan* wrong! My prick is still a cock! It won't go down. I hurts for more!!"