Devlin’s c**k had resumed its hardness and Anna had recommenced her adoration of it with her lips and tongue when Devlin spoke to her again.
“You know, Anna, I knew you’d be back. You’re a natural w***e. But you have a lot to learn about sucking c***s. I just didn’t get the feeling that you meant it. It was like getting a blow job from my Aunt Nellie. You’re going to have to get a lot better.”
Anna gave out a sob as she took in the man’s insults. Did he mean it or was he just trying to hurt her? If he was, it was working. Anna felt demeaned and worthless. If she couldn’t give a satisfactory blow job, how would she keep the dissolute man satisfied? Would he kick her out on Sunday evening and tell her the deal was off?
Anna heard the door to the kitchen opening and closing and the heavy t
