Chapter Three
My New Waitress
At home, later that evening in bed, I kept replaying the moment when I unzipped Anne-Marie’s dress and she removed her bra. Though I saw the swaying, pendulous breasts of the waitresses and the strippers who had worked that night, I could not get the image of Anne-Marie’s milky white skin from my mind. Like the beast I am, I shut my eyes and relieved myself, imagining the young naked French woman alone with me in my bedroom, showing me her breasts, kneeling on the floor beside my bed, taking the full length of my p***s into her mouth and sucking on it. Within minutes, I sprayed my semen all over my body and bed sheets, I’m ashamed to say. I cleaned up as best I could and fell into a deep restful sleep, thinking of Anne-Marie. Anne-Marie Millot…
When I awoke
