Chapter Fifty-Eight
Saturday, 15th May 2010, 12:32 am
Greg was soaked in sweat. Tori had ridden him to two more orgasms. Eventually he thought the battery must be running down on the shock box – either that or his nerves had been killed off and he really was numb.
Now she lay slumped over him. Her mouth was close to his ear, he could hear her breathing gradually return to normal.
“I feel like I’ve been poached!” she whispered. “I’m drenched with sweat inside this catsuit!”
“I bet you look beautiful,” he said, sadly. “I wish I could see you.”
“Not today, sweetie,” she told him. “You don’t mind, do you? I just don’t want to give you that pleasure. I’m sorry I’m being such a b***h to you.”
“You’re not a b***h,” he told her gently. “You’re lovely. Thank you for using me for your pleasu
