Big Daddy was off someplace in the plant … Oh, please, Shirley!”
Wild emotions of easily rekindled sensuality raced through the young
wife, understanding what only another woman could. Sex Nomad backed away from the patio door when he saw his master get up
from the bed and the golden-haired one cover herself with the white
bedding. saw her for what
she was, but she’d already sunk in her fangs. Look at his face! God, she could hardly call it a
marriage, nor had it been anything faintly resembling one from their
wedding night on … I-I was letting him … Not once in their six month marriage had
there been anything but the indulgent husband offering security and the
kindness he had proposed to her. like a
baby’s pink-pursed lips! Vincent Rivers figured all wrong …”
Nomad sat back on the soft plush bedroom carpeting to watch her quickly
stripping away her swimsuit, knowing from past experience that she
would be soft and white-looking to him, the nakedness of her with
nothing hidden causing his mouth to open as he began to quietly pant.
