"Don't sweat it, June-baby," Roy told her. "What's the strain? You were wondering all about c***s last night. Now here's your chance. Four good stiff pricks right here, ready and waitin' ... All different, all sizes 'n' shapes ... But all c***s, an' rarin' to go. An' wait'll you get a look and feel of Al's ..."
Why was Roy doing this to her? Trying to teach her a lesson of some kind? She threw a sideward glance at Al, his smooth handsome face staring downward, almost as if he were embarrassed.
"So, sugar-doll," said Roy, "why don't you prop yourself right up here on the table? "
There had come a different set to Roy's mouth, though he was still smiling. She began to pull her arms out of the sheer sleeves of her negligee, freeing them. The garment fell still further. Ted's l
