Chapter Eleven
Samantha had paid off Tom’s poker debt with her soft round body, and he had thanked her for it. She had forbidden him from orgasm so that he might be that much more desperately agitated when performing c*********s upon the bubbling pink pit of her betraying v****a as it welled up with all his friends’ gluey-gray sperm, and he had thanked for her that. Why, he had buried his reddened face in the hairy, fragrant mess, had licked up every clammy gout, and had swallowed each bitter mouthful with his poor denied erection standing shamed and purple-headed and throbbing…and he had thanked her for that, too. Yes, as he told her so solemnly, to serve her was his only joy.
At his profound, unfeigned confession, Samantha’s breath snorted. Her lolling blue-veined bosoms heaved, jiggli
