"Think I'm close." Richard gasped. This was the third time he had been close in the last five minutes.
"Not yet." And the bastard, his son, stopped stroking, and went back to his game.
Richard shivered and couldn't help but look down at his lap.
"Not yet." And the bastard, his son, stopped stroking, and went back to his game.
Richard shivered and couldn't help but look down at his lap.
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Just the way Tom, his son, liked it.