Chapter Forty-Six
“Here baby, finish the last swallow of this. Then no more. We want you buzzed enough to be softened up, but not sleeping like a sodden rock later on.”
Dutifully Karl took the straw and slurped up the dregs of that whiskey sour.
Delicious, just as every other adult pleasure his mistress had turned him on to. She set the pitcher aside and fluffed his pillow for him. She positioned his arms and legs spread just so and adjusted the incline of the bed with rare ceremony. Her eyes told him he was in for it, and Karl felt himself responding despite the exhaustive amount of s*x they’d been having.
He’d worry about a mushy sissy-p***y and wrung-raw prick another time. He was in his prime, and after a year of enforced impotence Doreen was finally letting him climax. Nor was it
