Switching Between Women I
"IS it vibrating yet, Roxie, or are you just twitching because you’re nervous to meet another man who knows exactly what a little slut you are?" I asked, my voice low as I watched the way her chest heaved against the thin, unlined red fabric of her bikini top.
"It’s on the lowest setting, Dante, but the way these people are looking makes me feel like they can hear the motor humming right through my skin and I can’t stop thinking about what you’ll do if I accidentally moan while the waiter is pouring the water," Roxie whispered, her fingers trembling as she adjusted the silver choker around her throat that I had locked into place only an hour ago in our suite.
"Your mother thinks we’re at a business conference, so don’t let that padlock get too visible when you
