My p***y continues to throb as both the pain and pleasure come in waves. I think of the piercings and wonder if they’ve been damaged. After a few minutes of faint exhaustion, Jud revives. He’s worried too.
“Here, let me see,” he says. He hovers over my privates and inspects my labia.
Apparently, he finds everything still intact.
“Looks fine,” he reports.
He lies back again and for a time my mind races about for something to say… something appropriate, maybe witty… or do I ask the questions that burn in me, the ones Benjamin refused to answer. Eventually, my grappling ceases its frenetic activity and find myself dozing. Jud snores beside me in sleep, still there, still a comfort. I wonder what it would be like to be a lover to this warm body. The idea is not at all strange, but my l
