Chapter Three
I crawled into her bedroom one minute before eight and carefully wriggled my way under the covers at her feet. At precisely eight I put my mouth on her mound and let my warm breath coax her awake. She responded and I spent the next thirty-five minutes listening to her screaming out her pleasure.
“Wow,” she purred, “what a nice way to wake up.”
She stretched and yawned and asked, “How experienced are you with number thirteen on your list?”
I didn’t have a clue which one was number thirteen. I had written out the list in a total fog, putting down whatever fantasy came to me at the moment. I must have delayed answering too long as she got impatient.
“God damn it, slave,” she snapped, “I have to pee. How good are you at being a toilet?”
“Oh s**t,” I thought, “that was somet
