The Offer
Marcus
So Louise got her back for a day. Sure, I could afford that. Hell, what was I talking about? I needed a break. That goddam little stubborn p***y. Just kept on taking it, more and more. Not even my siccing Amanda on Heather brought a crack in that masochistic façade.
Or was there?
When we fell into bed last night she breathed something about “Tell you everything”. I thought I had her then, but later when we watched Amanda’s little TV show Heather clammed up again. Jesus, that little p***y sure could change her mind. Yet, as Amanda endured solitary Heather flip-flopped between horrified and fascinated. And later, when Amanda dove into Heather’s little p***y, again that mix of horror and ecstasy surfaced in uncontrolled contortions. So the night wasn’t a total waste. A cr
