Chapter 54
- FULFILLING- Part 2
- So I sat back and was handed a dry vodka martini. I always smile as I take a sip, feeling the alcohol burn my throat as I swallow. I popped an olive into my mouth, which reminded me that something even more luscious was going to be in my mouth fairly soon.
- Finishing the martini is like my ringing a bell—a signal to the men for my slut servicing to begin. And I couldn’t wait.