Unholy Cravings-a Sinful Obsession
Seeing Sally's offended face, Lenny said, "Oops. Sorry. Must be the Tourette's."
Sally got up, grateful that at least she hadn't had to get her sore boobs out for further abuse before reaching for more mints to mask the foetid taste in her mouth.
Lenny zipped up his trousers again. "Well love, I best get off now - it's almost five and I've had a hard day. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Perhaps if that Rachel's in you can get her to suck me off as well. She looks like a right little tart. Don't worry though, you'll get a go too!" he ambled out, a cigarette dangling from his lips.