Why hadn’t he seen that hunger before?
But he had seen it, of course, and capitalized on it; there was no way to deny that. Sarah had made herself felt, but the protests had been cursory, at best. She had, in fact, submitted to his every whim. She’d been angry at first, of course, but she’d been laughing when he left. And that was hard to forget.
Jacking off usually felt good but, his latest orgasm only served to make him self-conscious. He went for another shower, moving carefully to keep from dripping c*m onto the new carpet. That made three in one day, which might be some sort of record for him. After the shower, he pulled on boxers and a black t-shirt with “Your village called. Their i***t is missing,” printed across the front. It seemed all too appropriate for the moment. Finally, m
