Catalogue of the Pictures in the Gallery at Stafford House

CHAPTER EIGHT Once again she probed inside his fly and brought out his cock. She was surprised to find it slightly tumescent this time, and as she slid it into her mouth and began to work her tongue around its ridged head, she hoped that now he would let her bring him to climax, and then maybe he wouldn't be so determined on frightening her so much. "Sure does turn a guy on," Jerry said hoarsely, "seein' a big-titted blonde kneelin' between a guy's legs with his dong goin' in an' out her mouth that way." "Shit," Willy chuckled, "everythin' turns you on, you horny sonofabitch." "Yeah," Jerry agreed complacently. "Say, you never did finish tellin' us about that broad onna bus-that was turnin' me on, an' no mistake. Tell me the whole thing now, huh-while we watch little Miss Tits there makin' a pig of herself on Jake's schwanz. Jeeze, just watchin' her do that an' lookin' at that cute ass of hers an' thinkin' about gettin' plugged in there-go on, Willy, tell us right from the start." "Well," Willy said slowly, "like I said, it was on the Greyhound-I was sittin' there, mindin' my own business, lookin' at the pictures in Gallery, an' we get to one of the stops, an' this woman gets on ...»