He put her in the center of the bed and stood looking down at her. She still had her eyes closed, and her lovely full breasts rose and fell like the surge of the sea with each breath. It was incredible, simply incredible, he thought. All this mine… for now. Once again, he wondered about her. She didn’t seem the “hair trigger” type, yet that first evening when they had taken the photographs, she had cum almost immediately… and had continued to reach orgasm after orgasm, each one building on the other. And in the shower? She had been there within seconds after he had pushed his prick between her warm welcoming thighs. Yet? During her moments of delight, she had implied she had never been able to do anything with her husband, and that her husband Bruce thought her “frigid”. Tod couldn’t understand it at all! The photographs had shown that Bruce was well-versed in the art of turning on a woman, so what was the score?

On the bed, Sylvia’s eyes blinked open. She felt a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed at the detective. It was something she had never felt before about any man. Those broad shoulders, that craggy handsome face, the furlike hair on his chest… and that beautiful, beautiful penis.

She wanted that penis. She wanted to kiss it to pay homage to it. Never before had she desired the taste of one, but then never before had one brought her such sweet rapture. Still lying on her back, she bent her knees and used the balls of her feet and shoulders to scooch over so that the prick was directly above her pouting mouth; it hung above her like a hardened sword of Damocles. She was amazed at her own boldness, and her words sounded alien… almost unintelligible to her… when she said, “Mister Shelton, I want to kiss your penis.”