Chapter Six
Taken Firmly in Hand
Sex and power must do the eternal dance.
Edward stood before the seated girl. He stood naked, with legs widely parted; hands placed flat upon the top of his head. He looked down on the slender blonde who sat back in the deep chair, dressed in stockings, shiny white heels, a gabardine skirt and a creamy, silk blouse. She didn’t meet his eyes as she was intent on unashamedly eyeing his young manhood, the limp p***s sprouting from its tangle of pubic hair, taking her time, letting the sizzling moment of silence drag on. Slowly, she uncrossed her slim nyloned legs, and stood up. In her heels, she was almost as tall as he. One step forward brought her to within inches of the rigid boy, who watched her advance with wide-eyed wonder.
Catherine stood before him
