Chapter Sixteen
Yes, one more glass of wine and I politely listen to some conversation. But I do not participate, my mind wandering.
Exhibiting Jack, humiliating Jack, excites. My own needs are percolating and I’m moist, as are probably many of the other women, should they have propensities in line with mine. The advantage I have is that I’m taking Jack home with me and my concupiscence will be well addressed.
Yes, I have availed myself of Jack’s tongue and lips for many years, his c*********s is perfect.
It began with Jack coming to the age when s*x, the curiosity about such, preoccupies the male mind, despite the clinical prostate milkings which came with almost every daily bath.
That is when I reported... misreported... his alleged bed wetting and was given carte blanche to deal w
