"Will you be wanting him tonight, Aunt Edith?"
"No, dear, you first. It's only fair."
Audrey crossed to the mantel and grasped the newest of the rigid figures. It was warm and pliable to her touch.
"Good night, Aunt Edith," she said.
"Good night, Audrey. Enjoy."
As his sensations gradually returned Skip realized he had no power of movement. After the first flash of panic he relaxed, stopped resisting, and let himself be thrust head first into the warm, wet orifice. The slippery walls closed around him, caressing him all over.
A hard way to go, maybe, he decided, but all things considered, not so bad.