I am a flipping hypocrite.
Seriously. Call the hypocrite police, lock me up, and throw away the key.
Because if I recall correctly, just this past Monday, when Shawn and Cherry were performing their own trashy porn show right here in this exact waiting room, I was the very first person to judge them for their lack of basic human decency.
And now look at me–wrapping my lips tightly around Trey's finger, actively and slowly sucking it deep into my mouth without a single hesitation.
Trey takes the ice pack from my trembling grip, tosses it onto a seat beside us without breaking eye contact, and begins smoothly sliding his thick digit back and forth over my tongue.
It's fine, I tell myself desperately, trying to preserve whatever microscopic shred of dignity I have left. At least mine is
