Why are you laughing, because your face is a right picture, Lucy remarked.I’ve known all along, right from the very beginning, that night back in Au...gust when you did her tattoo.A feeling of dread running through the pit of my stomach, I felt physically sick.I know because I set it up, now I was really shocked, what do you mean you set it up, and if you knew, why didn’t you say nothing. I did set it up, I saw the way you looked at her, and the way she looked at you when she accidentally dropped. ‘would I spit or swallow’ – they both hoped I swallowed; and ‘did I take it up the arse?’ – they both liked that idea. If they had been men I would have found such a conversation offensive, but I was getting aroused, they both talked about a mutual girl(friend) who apparently ‘put out’ locally, so they weren’t virgins or both talking as if they weren’t.By now I had stopped work, straining to hear what was said, I realised I has subconsciously I had unbuttoned my blouse completely and been. He sat, looking at her sleeping and thought about this morning. He was hurting and the thought of her with another guy was like acid eating his insides. But he’d made her a promise and he’d keep his promise even if he died trying. He loved this woman so much and he wanted her to be happy. He hoped that one day, she’d love him the way he loved her because the thought of not being with her made his soul cry out in anguish. Lucien picked her up from the sofa and cradled her sleeping body close to. I become nothing more than a superstimulated bundle of nerves and a voice as he plays me like a living musical instrument. I live entirely in the moment as my body surrenders to the inevitable. I come hard. I come loud. I come long. My head rolls side to side as my hips writhe and roll under his face. I look down and see his eyes looking back at me as he laps around my labia and back to my clit, extending my pleasure over and over." "You're mine," he says. "I know." "Doggy." I comply, turning.