“Leashed, no doubt.”
I nod.
The visiting women pause from their inspection to join us in enjoying the fine single malt. Imbibing ‘neat’, no water or other additives, just ice, suggests masculine tastes in beverages. I would not be surprised if cigars are lit.
Mrs. Anderson directs her guests to a circle of stuffed comfortable chairs surrounding a coffee table. We sit, Maggie and Theresa offered the best view of Sunny. Her well bound nakedness creates an aura, not to be seen but felt. The women are excited, not visually stimulated but exuberant. It is apparent that they are daughters of Sapphos. The display of Sunny brings s****l inspiration. And though the male form would normally bring aversion, when it is completely subjugated and rendered impotent, as with Kim, it heightens the arous
