Chapter 42

• The flannel had rapidly cooled, and Julia started a little as Richard worked a flanneled finger around her anus. He withdrew it, and there was a mortifying pause as she imagined him inspecting the state of the flannel behind her back. He headed for the bathroom, and Julia heard the bath taps squeal once more as he twisted them shut.
• On his return, Richard said nothing but dropped to his knees and buried his tongue into Julia’s unwashed cunt from behind. Her eyes widened.
• For a moment, she was horrified. She’d not washed her cunt since she’d masturbated enthusiastically following her call with Richard the day before. She’d luxuriated in her sexual juices for the rest of the day, teasing herself to further orgasms as she went to bed. She hated to imagine how her stale cunt tasted now.