Chapter Twelve
~Billy~
I’m not telling Kirsten until it’s over who arranged Tony Flynn’s documentary on s****l practices. Flynn doesn’t know either—another thing he’ll hate me for, I’m sure. In fact, he never needs to know the truth. I do know that their responses will be more real if neither of them has a clue that I’m invisibly looming over the shoulders of the piece. I think it heightens her tremulous erotic fear to have her taken unaware. And to my surprise, Flynn does a vintage job leading her along, even though he has no idea what he’s doing.
Everything is filmed, though neither she nor Flynn know that I’m in the next room looking on.
Seeing her walk in the room as the video captures her nervous entrance, my c**k’s already engaged in the pleasure. My bride’s demurely dressed. Pe
