So what, you take blood from me, then we fuck, and you have a blood donor standing by, and we fuck. I've said all I have to say, now it's up to you. I let go of his wrists, and he moved himself just enough so he could open the foil packet and slip it on. Awkward, but I couldn't just drop them.
It was something Jean-Claude would have done, not Richard. The hem of the robe caught in the water, pulled in the current, like I was wading through a stream. I was still wearing the thigh-highs and the boots, and nothing else. I ended up having to excuse myself from the table to let the laughter have its way with me.
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