Chapter Nineteen
The Final Surrender
Poor Brad, white-faced, could only stare blankly at the door through which Alyssa’s most recent lover had left—the man whose p***s he had just sucked, he repeated to himself, aghast. God, he had just sucked and sucked and sucked at the thick red thing, cringing and yet obedient, until some guy he had never even met before simply came all over the inside of his mouth, as readily as he would have in some girl. God, how could it have happened? he wailed inwardly.
“What a good little c*m-slave!” Alyssa crooned to Brad, using the same tone she would with a kitten or a puppy. “That’s my little cuckold! Yeah, you’re a cocksucker now, too, aren’t you?” Eyes shining, she scooted right up to where Brad sat dejected, his poor drooling mouth full of someone else
