“After f*****g that filthy old man, you need a shower.” Lisa stood before him, her head bowed. Silk unsnapped the leash. “Wear a cap. I don’t want your hair wet. Wear them clothes you got in your hands. Make you face up...you know the way I like it. You can take the clips off but, get the black plug and put it where it belongs.”
“Yes, honey,” Lisa said. She waited for him to dismiss her.
“Thank Leavey.”
Without looking up, Lisa said, “Thank you Mr. Leavy.”
“For what?” Silk asked. “What are you thanking him for?”
“Thank you for...for doing it to me...for making me cum.” If Leavy heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it. He was busy tying his shoelaces.
“Okay, that’s all,” Silk waved his hand in the direction of the hallway. Still unsteady in her heels, Lisa crossed the room. “I’m sending
