“IS THIS THE WAY YOU WANT IT…?”
By way of answer, she pulled his head down upon her body. He knelt and shoved his hands along the couch beneath her body until each palm held a huge mound of flesh. Then, he pressed closer, moving his head from side to side.
“That's it!” she cried out. “Right there. Oh, yes, yes. Don't stop. Faster. Don't stop now. I beg you, please don't stop!”
She cried out, heaving her body against him again and again in hard pounding movements. Then she sighed and sank back onto the couch, breathing heavily.
Walter got to his feet, running his sleeve over his face. He was perspiring. His limbs shook with the excitement he felt.
“Okay, baby,” he whispered, leaning over her. “Now, it's your turn.”
“You'd better leave, Walter. Eugene'll be home soon.”
“Leave? Now? Are you going to leave me like this, after what I did for you?”
“You were good, I admit that. But, you rendered a service and you were paid for it. I think twenty dollars is sufficient.”
