You pull against it. Any of them. XNXX What do you think?’
More silence, but lip-bitten nodding this time. I can see your knickers becoming darker where the fabric is pulled taut. Matter-of-fact:
‘Use your words, or I won’t understand what you need. You know there’s only a small hurdle to overcome, then you’ll be free of the cacophony, this uncoordinated, conductor-less orchestra roaring in your brain; but it feels insurmountable. Clearer. I doubt you mean that. The goosebumps are becoming embarrassing. I ignore you and go back to my lazy, endless caressing. Panting, not at what I’m doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your ‘real life’, in your head. Eyes tight shut. 25? Panting, not at what I’m doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your ‘real life’, in your head. The treacherous ‘married’ who, adored by most, sidles up to you and would ‘accidentally’ brush his grey-slacked penis against your arse in the coffee queue, if only his gut didn’t obscure it. Where does he get off? How many times?’
You stop. Measured application of the law. Twice?’
‘No… More…’
‘Fifty?’
You’re silent. Matter-of-fact:
‘Use your words, or I won’t understand what you need.
