“Of course,” added the girl mildly, “to deny a man’s s****l needs for a purpose—to tease and torment him, to lure him down dark alleys of the psyche where his foolish pride otherwise would not have let him go, to enslave him utterly until he becomes merely a malleable plaything for her every desire and whim—why, that is a thing both understandable and laudable, isn’t it, Brad…?”
Brad blinked. “Of course, Mistress,” he whispered nervously. He himself, actually, had been denied an orgasm for a solid three days now while his prancing, slinky-hipped young wife pretended not to notice his priapic plight—God, the exquisite sensual torture of it! At his agreement, however, she sucked him slow and deep yet again, very graciously somehow.
“Yes,” agreed Alyssa, withdrawing her mouth once more, “bu
