She washed her face and wiped her cunt with a clean cloth; it was drooling. Semen was leaking from her bottom, and she wiped that too. She found him in the kitchen, where he had made a pot of tea. He poured her a cup and she sat with him at the table, letting herself down gingerly onto her bruised bottom.
“I have a confession to make,” he said. “I have not been completely frank with you.”
She waited patiently for what was to come. She had half an idea what it was.
“I am aroused by the knowledge that you were a w***e when I met you. And by the knowledge that something of the w***e remains in you. I can’t help it; it excites me.”
“It excites me to know that.”
“You are not disgusted?”
“Why on earth should I be? I wish to do anything I can to arouse your desires. Anything. And if that co
