“Okay, hold on.” He paused and looked down at her p***y again. The flared base was snug against the bottom hole in the zigzag pattern of holes. At the top Heather had attached a little ornament that hid the hole that was designed for a lock. He studied what she had done to herself. “How do you actually have s*x?” he asked her and then continued talking, thinking out loud. “Oh, I see, you just have to unscrew it, right? How hard is that?”
Heather shook her head. “I’m not taking it out. Do you know what a pain in the ass it is to get it in?”
Joseph was puzzled. “Then…how do you have s*x?” he repeated. What he actually wanted to ask was: How do I f**k you? But that seemed a little blunt and self-centered, even for him.
“Right now, no one gets in my p***y,” she informed him.
That angered J
