Chapter 10
I’m not sure what time Katie got home. I woke up around four a.m. to use the restroom, and she was lying beside me. She hadn’t been there a few hours earlier. At eight a.m. Katie was lying on her back, naked, her legs spread, exposing her red, still dripping, t**t. She was lightly snoring as I tried and failed to wake her.
This seemed like a good time for an unusual little torture I’d wanted to try. It took a while, but finally, I found just the right tool: a paintbrush, not a broad house brush, but a small brush made for painting pictures. I didn’t know what the brush was made of except it was new, there was no old paint on it. The bristles were very soft, the brush itself only about half an inch wide.
Kneeling, I spread Katie’s legs further apart, fully exposing her still e
