“In fact…” She sighed melodramatically. “Well, knowing you as I do, I suppose you’ll probably just jump at the chance to eat me out, afterward.” Her knowing lips twisted crookedly. “Won’t you, Brad…?”
Brad bit his lip. Why, of course it was true! And yet how could she be so cruel as to speak aloud his secret shame before some stranger? How humiliating it was!
“Won’t you, Brad…?” she pressed insinuatingly.
“Yes, Mistress,” admitted the poor husband shamefacedly. Never before had she revealed this sweet, forbidden perversion to anyone else, and Brad had allowed himself to belief that his embarrassing secret was safe. Yet he should have known, he told himself bitterly. Long experience under her heel had taught him that there was no ultimate humiliation which she would scruple from heaping
