Perhaps it was my association with the man—the way I always viewed his virile prowess as the most sexually masculine thing I’d ever seen; perhaps it was my own arousal peaking; perhaps it was the animated crowd around me generating so much energy, but regardless, I found KC’s turn with these tarts to be the most astounding of this astounding exhibition. I believed the others around me did, too.
My body felt each smack he laid on these bouncing derrieres as if he were laying it on my own ass. My insides jerked and I’m afraid my outsides did as well. I don’t think anyone noticed; though, I was so focused on the scene that I wouldn’t really know. There he was—my boyfriend, the man who made my insides melt with just a stern look directed my way—punishing these voluptuously teaming Old-world
