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Salmon woke up late, showered and drank coffee. He didn’t feel like eating. Sitting at the kitchen table, dressed in his bath-robe, he spent a long time propped up on his elbows staring down at his cup. Last night, he’d been taken to a place he’d never visited before. He wasn’t sure if he’d like to go there again. Helen had brought him to the limits of s****l satisfaction, emptied him. She herself remained barely touched by any of it. He’d urged himself on, done everything he could, riding in the glorious softness of her flesh. The sense of lecherous excitement took over, the mad debauchery of it so thrilling, leaving him breathless, totally satisfied. And yet, afterwards, she rolled onto her back and smiled. ‘That was nice, Peter. You try so hard.’ She’d toyed with him again after eac
