Maybe that was the best part:
When she hurried through the door her husband Don would be sitting in the living room, reading a book or magazine
. And something about the entire procedure – approaching him on her knees, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, pushing her face into his crotch and struggling to grasp and pull down the zipper toggle between her clenched teeth, while Don again pretended to ignore her – made her feel even more like a possession.
. Uh!. It was the strange, hesitant reply, “I…I… think so,” spoken in a breathless sort of whisper, that caught his attention
Maybe that was the best part:
When she hurried through the door her husband Don would be sitting in the living room, reading a book or magazine
. And something about the entire procedure – approaching him on her knees, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, pushing her face into his crotch and struggling to grasp and pull down the zipper toggle between her clenched teeth, while Don again pretended to ignore her – made her feel even more like a possession.
. Uh!. It was the strange, hesitant reply, “I…I… think so,” spoken in a breathless sort of whisper, that caught his attention
Maybe that was the best part:
When she hurried through the door her husband Don would be sitting in the living room, reading a book or magazine
. And something about the entire procedure – approaching him on her knees, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, pushing her face into his crotch and struggling to grasp and pull down the zipper toggle between her clenched teeth, while Don again pretended to ignore her – made her feel even more like a possession.
. Uh!. It was the strange, hesitant reply, “I…I… think so,” spoken in a breathless sort of whisper, that caught his attention
