Liz was dressed in leather...black leather. The finely tailored covering hugged every curve, perfectly outlining a body Little Sam had so much enjoyed momentarily frottaging against weeks before.
“Tell me about it, Liz. To change a life in celebration of one’s birthday...a present. Is it that insignificant, the male reproductive organs...that they should be modified at a whim...merely for the amusement of a teenaged girl?”
Liz held in her hand a glass of wine. She smiled...her confident smile. She stepped forward and clinked my glass.
“In short, the answer is yes. My amusement is important.” She laughed with her pithy reply and sipped.
“And I think you’ve somewhat benefited, Sam. You took Jamie quite deeply. Luckily he’s been very well trained.”
Liz laughed again, and I could not help
