He Will Fuck You Up
 
“You’ll notice I never said he wouldn’t fuck you up.”
“That’s true, ” I replied, picking absently at my bloody leg-stumps. She was right. I felt like a fool. Just last week I had given away my last decent pair of golf shorts. What would I wear to the cotillion now?
She sipped at her luxurious iced drink, knowing full well I could not take my eyes off her. The leather restraint wouldn’t allow me to focus on anything else. I didn’t mind. She had huge tits. Although in the distance, through the window, I saw a sailboat cutting a neat line across the ocean to the horizon. Very distracting.
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