Chapter Seven
Robert
Never had lying naked upon my back with a woman handling my manhood been less exciting to me.
Despite having known only the pleasure of the five sisters belonging to my right hand these past months.
The bowl of ice-cubes she had placed at the side of the long dining-room table upon which she had ordered me to lay utterly unnecessary.
Were my p***s to shrink any further it would have taken a telescope of NASA type provenance to locate it.
That being the case, if the Indian woman was offended, the same woman handling me as if my manhood were simply another item from her wardrobe she owned, then evidence of her discontent was unable to make it past the unholy joy of her expression as she prepared to put my pride and joy and the expression of my manhood under lock an
