Chapter Twenty-One
Private Needs, Public Crimes
Yes, according to the contract of his sperm-slavering hanging now always above their marriage bed, Brad had vowed most heartily to eat, lick, suck, slurp, play with, slobber, savor, and/or swallow such sperm as his smirkingly merciless mistress may see fit to kindly grant his humble mouth, whenever, wherever, and however it might be her pleasure to command. On and on he went, selflessly. Brad knew all too well how to please his quietly watching wife—he simply had to submit himself to her wishes, to pleasure another man’s organ without restraint, and to swallow every spurt like the c*m-w***e that he was. There was no getting around it. And yet no matter how degrading this terrible process was to him, he never demurred. Breathing heavily, he
