Chapter Forty Five
To Comfort
Christy is distraught and in tears. Her homophobia overrides the secret inner joy of being so thoroughly degraded... servicing a man with tongue, lips and throat. In truth, I know another side of her enjoyed being an object... a receptacle for a real man’s virile seed.
So I deem extensive comforting to be unnecessary. Christy knows I am pleased with her performance, that in obediently pleasuring Jim she vicariously pleased me. And that is what she is about... bringing satisfaction to a woman of authority.
She arises from between Jim’s legs and, like a little girl, steps to me, a child looking for a mother’s consolation.
“You did very well, Christy. I took some pictures and you can look at them later,” putting aside the camera.
I press the recorder, the
