CHAPTER SEVEN
Vance Embraces His Role
Sable walked over and stood beside her husband, savoring her triumph in abusing Vance to gratify T.J.’s voyeuristic fetish. “Go on to bed,” she told T.J. “I’ll be along shortly, after I explain Vance’s duties to him.”
T.J. stood and swatted her on the rump. “You’re the best teacher a man could have, sugar. Goodnight.” He strolled out slowly, contentedly.
Sable leaned back on the couch beside Vance, trying to come down from her s****l explosion in controlled, measured phases—much as deep-sea divers gradually ascend to avoid getting the bends.
“Do you smoke after s*x?” Vance asked.
“I know I’m hot, darling, but I’ve never actually seen smoke rise from down there.” She watched Vance gradually comprehend her joke. Shoving him playfully, she teased, “
