NINE.
“I don’t like you giving presents to my wife,” Adrian said at our next appointment. I had been ushered in by the secretary and Adrian was sitting behind his desk. I walked up next to his desk, within his arms’ reach, and unbuckled my jeans. I was going to let him fish my c**k out. That was his job.
“An orgasm is a gift, but they’re also a natural byproduct of s*x,” I said. “There’s no way to avoid that.”
“Cut the s**t. You know what I mean. That…that f*****g butt plug you gave her.”
“Princess plug. It’s a politer term.”
“Whatever the f**k you want to call it! You don’t give her presents!”
“Did she tell you about it or did you find it when she made you go down on her?” I asked him, not addressing the problem that bothered him at the moment.
Oddly, this weak strategy of switchin
