“I think you’re not as aware as you think you are about how women think.”
“All right,” Ron conceded. “I’m sure that’s possible. I haven’t had to worry too much about how they think. Once I’ve gotten my hands on them, it’s all about how they respond. It’s more like training an animal.”
“You take it all out of their hands,” Carla smiled, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him. “That can be a very liberating thing to a woman: No words, just pleasure and discipline. All she has to worry about is sexually pleasing the man or men she’s with.”
“It does strip things down to their essentials.”
“Come on,” Carla took his arm again. “I want to show you something else.”
She led him through the door at the end of the hall, and then along a series of corridors, some long, some short. I
