Chapter Eight
Friday
Friday dawned with the evil one calling softly, as usual, for me to scurry to her bed and perform the thing that I seemed to be the best at, using my mouth. I worked hard but by now I realized that I better back off a tiny bit so that she didn’t continue to harbor thoughts of convincing my wife to sell me to her. I worked it quite well, I thought, and gave her what seemed to me to be another great climax. After this first one, however, she pushed me away, picked up her whip and whipped my ass until it started to bleed in places. I screamed until I was hoarse.
When she finished whipping me she climbed back on the bed and hissed, “I am not stupid, animal. Now, begin again and I want a real effort this time.”
“How could she have known?” I wondered. “That was a great o
