Chapter Five
“But have you really earned it?” Dorothy asked.
“What else could I do?” Basil pleaded.
She slowly twirled the key around her finger. It was attached to a short keyring and chain which facilitated the twirling. Basil was wearing nothing…nothing but his c**k cage and a desperate look. He was kneeling on the floor in front of her as she sat on the edge of her bed, legs slightly apart so he could kneel between them. She was wearing a thin, tight t-shirt emblazoned with the command “Think Beaches!” along with a palm tree and sunset. The outlines of her prominent n*****s were easily discernable through the thin fabric. Her n*****s and barbell jewelry. That’s what Basil was focusing his attention on at the moment. He didn’t like meeting her steely gaze right after he had eaten her
