Chapter 84 Faather Knows Best--Or Does He?

• *Emily*
• It has been two months of daily usage of one of the wands in my drawers, two months since my last toe-curling orgasm from a man. I watch as the attendees of my party begin to depart. I can’t let Alpha Stephen go. I need him to take care of a delicate itch only a cock is built to scratch.
• Tonight is the night I can finally have the big ‘O’ I have been dreaming about. I want it to be amazing; I have waited for so long. It would be a shame to let this man, who was looking at me like I’m the best thing he has seen since the invention of sliced bread, walk away.