“It is important that you identify it for yourself, Katherine,” he said more intensely, “tell me what you see?”
I waited, wanting some appropriate words to speak, but all I could stammer was, “I-I see sex.” It sounded so trite, my own voice tinny in comparison to his deep speech.
“Ah yes, pure s*x,” he agreed, apparently my observation was enough to please him. “And I see that you enjoyed a little orgasm just looking at yourself.”
I gulped, but remained silent. If he could have seen my face he would have noticed a blush on my cheeks. I was filled with panic and impatient expectation.
“Sir, please tell me who you are,” I pleaded as I squirmed uncomfortably. The burning in my back had not ceased once I’d spoken, rather it seemed to grow worse every second.
“You’ll know, Katherine, when
