“There are these things called vibrators, I believe,” interjected Sam.
Kathleen frowned at him. “I know. We’ve got plenty of toys. I have plenty of orgasms. What I don’t have is a c**k at my beck and call.” She paused and let that sink in.
It took a second for Sam to understand what Kathleen was telling him. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.
“Thom and I have made a decision. I saw you jerking off last night. In our home, a c**k is either being used in my p***y or is locked up. Which is it going to be for you?”
Sam looked at Thom. “You’re kidding me, right?”
Thom spoke for the first time since dinner began. “No joke, Sam. You need to pick one. The cage or f*****g Kathleen.”
The choice they gave him was incredibly twisted. If he wanted to stay in the apartment he would either nee
