Chapter 55

• As the meal wore on, Kat and I gradually closed the curtains in front of our booth to a greater degree. We veered away from our more serious happy hour topics of conversation and focused on dirty story time, still one of our favorite activities. My hands crept underneath her dress more frequently. My fingers started to plunge into her sweet honey pot. The servers taking care of us seemed to be amused by the show, which we weren't always good at concealing.
• "Be honest with me," I whispered to Kat. "When really was the last time you had another cock?" I asked because I knew the answer, and it excited me.
• "Since Patrick in LA," she said. "You know that. I decided some time ago that anyone besides you was too risky. And you also satisfy me."