Chapter Seventy-one
With an overwhelming sense of shame flooding her chest, Mickey moved quickly to stand before the coffee table. She was trying to think of something witty to say, something that would laugh away the moment. But her skull was empty and her mouth, dry. “I’m– I’m a bit over weight,”she stumbled out, the humiliation evident in her voice.
Mark smiled and slipped into one of the armchairs. “Nonsense. You’re a big girl, Mickey. And lush. Now bare those superb breasts for me. I’ve been dreaming about your n*****s.
Mickey reached behind with both hands and knew her breasts were lifting, tempting his hunger. The bra came loose and her chest became weighty. With disgust, Mickey realized her n*****s had betrayed her. They were elongated and twisted hard, victims to her fear and a
