Alyssa gave a mockingly sweet little smile. “Why, that’s all right, Brad,” she said mildly. “Go ahead and tell ’em.”
Brad hesitated, looking miserably from one woman and back to the other. Oh, his sable-tressed mistress was so cruel, so imperious! God, how could she humiliate him so before these other women? But even now his poor congested organ stood thick and purpled and mindless.
“Tell them…” Alyssa insisted, her voice hardening ever so slightly.
Brad licked his lips. “Sometimes—” Face red, he swallowed. He tried again. “Well, she— She never uses condoms…” he said softly. Praying that this would be enough, he watched the middle-aged lady and the young redhead exchange uncertain glances.
The corner of Alyssa’s expressive red lips gave a quick, faint quirk. “And…?” she pressed him enc
