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An excerpt
from Made to Order
"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"
Rita asked. Tony walked past the kitchen and into the bedroom. She followed
him.
"Do you want me to go down on you?" she asked.
"No."
Rita looked around, toyed with the sleeve of a folded
sweater. "Do
Do you want me to...call one of your friends and make love with him so
you can watch?"
Tony
turned to her. "What?"
Rita
was evasive. "Do...you want me to ask one of your friends to come
over so you can watch us have sex?"
He
looked closely at her. Her eyes seemed to searching for something internally.
"What are you talking about? What would make you suggest something
like that?"
She
looked at him directly. "I'm trying to please you," she said.
"You suggested it."
"When
did I ever suggest anything like that?" he asked, bewildered.
"Last
October 14th, at 1:15 AM," she said.
"What
was I doing?"
"Making
love to me from behind and fingering my pussy. You whispered in my ear
that I was so hot that you wished you could watch me getting fucked. So
maybe sometime I should invite one of your friends over to fuck me and
you could watch."
Tony threw up his hands and turned away. "Jesus. Just...leave me alone."
Rita started to turn, then stopped. "For how long?" she asked.
"Until I come and talk to you!" he shouted. |