Chapter 21 A Wanton Invitation

• She gave me a quick look as I mockingly tossed her words back at her.
• She was beginning to squeak. High desperate sounds coming from deep in her throat and raising in resonance.
• She lurched over the table and gripped the large tankard to bring over her face in a desperate effort to muffle her cries. She poured the fluid down her throat even as her body convulsed. Spasming and tightening around my finger. Gripping it in rhythmic movements. Making her choke and sputter slightly.