Chapter Twelve
“Show me!”
Arthur hated this part. What the hell was the fascination with a caged p***s anyway? There was. Every new woman who came wanted to see. Then it turned them on and he was invariably on his knees licking their p*****s.
He lifted his skirt but he had learned. None of that wham bam stuff for him. He did it like a schoolgirl might. Lift the skirt a bit then fumble and drop it. One thing he had learned in his short time here was that, for all their differences women, were similar to men. They liked titillation. They liked to be teased. They liked to pretend they weren’t as visual as men but…they wanted to look. Especially these dominant women. They loved to look at a man’s organ locked up, chained up, confined and constrained.
He lifted it far enough that she could
