She had let that sink in for a second, then:
“That’s right, little Martin. Like Chrissy, I’m one of their women now too. Have been since that first huge c**k filled me in a way I’d never dreamed nor expected to be filled after so many years being poked and prodded by that wiener of yours.”
I stared up at her, wanting her to stop.
“I don’t want to hear a word from you,” she snapped, mistaking my pleading look as an intention to speak. “You have nothing to say I want to hear and if I do need to hear anything from you I’ll give you permission to speak.”
Incredibly, more beaten by the second, my eyes lowered themselves to the floor once again; even the sight of the feet and legs in their heels and hose that were –in times of strife or otherwise- guaranteed to win a rise from me failing to
