Chapter Thirty-Seven
Poor Jack. Either the patrons of the Soho club are a cheap bunch, or they were so preoccupied with getting their own rocks off that they cared not to watch me masturbate Jack.
No $300 offered for jerking him off!
An alternative supposition... none had an interest in me as female doing anything. For other then interacting with Pattie concerning initial payment and conferring with Lips Louie, no one talked to me. I even had to shout at the bartender for a drink, my presence tolerated due to Jack’s fine priapic exhibition.
So it’s Sunday and Jack is entering his third week of chastity... moaning and pleading for climactic release.
Well, I promised him a milking. And he will get it.
From deep in my closet, I dust off my m**********n harness, used many times with Jac
