Cyber
The woman on her knees between my legs had hair the colour of butterscotch. It fell over her face, which was fine. I didn’t need to see her face. The only thing I cared about was that she didn’t stop doing what she was doing with her tongue. She was pretty enough. All the club girls and hangers-on were in their own way.
Not that I really paid much attention to them. I didn’t know their names. I didn’t even bother asking them. There was only one thing I wanted from girls like the one in front of me, and that was the release they could offer me. That instant s****l gratification. And none of them said no to me. They always scrambled when I clicked my fingers, eager and willing to do anything I wanted.
I knew some of them aspired to be an old lady. It had happened before. A brother
