Chapter Ten
The Rewards of Slavery
Trembling, Brad followed the bobbling red arrow of his engorged organ unsteadily back toward the bedroom where his wife had just made love to so many strangers. The blood pounded in his temples, and in his great purpled cockhead. His emotions seethed wildly.
His slinky darling Alyssa was the love of his life, he told himself shakily, the doe-eyed girl who had completed him utterly when she had agreed to join him in marriage. And yet now over the last long months she had teased and tantalized and denied him agonizingly, had broken his will without the slightest remorse, and finally forced the poor boy to beg her for the shocking, somehow secretly inflaming degradation of her most intimate betrayal. She was smooth and soft and shapely and white, and yet
