Chapter Eleven
“You’re not showing me much in the way of enthusiasm,” Fiona pointed out with a no-nonsense voice. “You want to do this for me, don’t you?”
“No!” I wanted to scream. “It’s the last thing on the f*****g planet I want to do for you or any other person sick enough to ask a man to lick the gusset of his wife’s panties after the semen of her most recent lover had leaked onto it the day before.”
“Yes,” I replied, though still not as enthusiastically as she wished. Refreshed and rested from her exhausting lunch with Chrissy at the Tapas, she was –believe it or not- in the process of thanking me for what she described as my much improved behaviour of the past few weeks. The unlocking of my c**k-cage and the panties covered in the stale emissions of both her and the black behemoth
