Soon Todd was lying high up in the center of the bed, propped up on cushions and looking at himself in the big wall mirror to his immediate right. He was much more at ease now, yet still his legs, butt and lower back tensed and quivered uncontrollably, and within his jeans and condom his crotch bulged and pulsed uncomfortably. Even Briana was staring at it, as Alyssa fiddled with the stereo.
Then Jimi Hendrix Blues came on, and Todd jumped as though goosed. That was the very same CD his former aide Ondahlie used to play, before their long kinky sessions of butt-whipping and face-riding. But those long-gone days were supposed to be secret, just between him and his former mistress...
Todd was tripping here, and it was getting harder and harder to tell logical speculation from irrational dr
