“B-b-but—” The other fellow could only sputter helplessly, yet Alyssa merely smiled at her date’s crestfallen expression.
“Why, you do want to come, don’t you, sweetie…?” she asked the man in mild surprise.
“W-well, s-sure,” stammered the man, squirming, “but—”
“All right, then,” she said easily. “My c*m-slave knows just how to take care of you.”
“B-b-but—”
“Oh, he has a very talented mouth,” she assured the man casually, “and he just lives to serve.” She flashed Brad a sideways smile. “Don’t you, Brad…?”
“O-of course, Mistress,” Brad hastened to reply.
The girl’s date could only goggle at the poor husband sitting naked and erect on the bed. “Look, Alyssa—” the man attempted.
But Alyssa merely cut off his protestations, turning to Brad with a smirk. “He’s been waiting for this orga
