“You’re going to wash off all of that silly white face paint and then I’m going to take you back to bed and make love to you over and over again.”
Mishy sat there, relaxed and dazed from the orgasms she’d just had, as Dave turned on the water and got the temperature just right. The sides and back of her head had been shaved. Dave sped up again. You call me that, it’ll really put me out of the mood.”
Dave nodded, turned and waved for her to follow him into the building. She went in, stopped in the living room, and looked around as if checking things out for weapons or drugs. Mom hated it but it got me what I wanted.”
“Which was?”
“To be left alone. He then used the wash rag and scrubbed and scoured the white face paint from her face. A woman can’t fuck me. Bernard, please. You’re gonna kill me.”
Dave looked up and smiled at her. Between kisses, Dave whispered to her, telling her how beautiful she was and how he loved having
