He was probably right, but it would reinforce that I was tiny enough to sit in his lap and cuddle against his chest like a child. Who gets to be on top? he asked with a smile. No, Anita, you don't have to. Don't ever use the word rape to me again, Richard, because you don't do that.
He's right. When Gregory drew his lips back from his teeth in what was supposed to be a smile, I gasped. I almost said, enough, almost said stop, but as I drew breath for it, the orgasm came like a huge overwhelming wave. Like rolling some precious priceless work of art between your teeth.
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