DIRTY PAGES (A Short Story Collection)
I asked.
Belle said nothing and continued to stare at her dress.
"Yes...sir," she mumbled.
"Sopping wet?" I challenged.
"I don't know, sir," she responded shyly. I could spend a lifetime uncovering this woman's layers, I thought. How the little conversation we'd had so far could possibly trigger this level of sexually excitement I did not know. But I swore to myself to find out.
"Spread your legs," I instructed. "Reach in with two fingers and pull them through that slit of yours. Hold them up to me. Show me. Show me whether you have any control over that pussy of yours" I ordered.