Lily stared at the scene dumbfounded, while the girl, who was still a bit tipsy from her physical release, giggled her way to the far corner where an unusual rectangular box was located, one that Lily had never seen before. Tugged to the center of the den where Lily still knelt, its lid opened and folded back, revealing a simple f*****g machine – a thick plastic c**k attached to a motorized arm.
“Back into it, Lily. Seeing you f****d will do more than you know to ease my pain.”
Lily jerked, startled by realizations coming at her so fast that her head spun. For Lily, her husband’s pain had not been an issue in the unfolding drama of the last week, until now. In fact, it had not even been referred to, as if it didn’t exist at all, as if Patrick didn’t have the capacity to feel pain and the
