“Syd, on the couch, lie back for me, will you darling?” Malcolm said, not wasting any time.
“On my back?”
“Yes, your arms over your head, like I might tie you down.”
“You going to do that, too?” she wondered aloud.
“Ooo yes, I’d like that, but that’s personal,” he said, smiling.
“And this is not?” she queried sassily.
“You keep acting bratty, and I’ll make it very personal.”
“You haven’t seen bratty yet,” she said. She lay back on the couch as Malcolm instructed, her body like a feast, breasts falling against her chest, the slight swell of her navel heaving gently up and down with each breath, the lovely indentation of her abdomen, and then the mound, with the silken blonde hairs left on her carefully shaved p***y sticking up every which way, defying any attempt to tame them. There
