Chapter Thirty
Yes, naked but for his c**k cage, Jack made his way through the garage, entered the elevator after having to wait for my more leisurely approach, then pranced down the 15th floor hallway. One could almost feel his heart racing with the demented excitement, the possibility of being discovered sans covering in his own building.
Yes, the effect of the pent up frustration is telling.
Hooded and bedded, I let him suckle my breasts in consolation... before beginning a long glorious night of c*********s.
“You chose not to wear your blanket this evening, Jack,” I said deciding to offer psychological counseling while his mind is fresh with the curious behavior.
“Yes, Miss Kelly,” moving his lips to my right breast.
“I offered you a choice. Why do you think you left behind wha
