So by popular demand on facebook and email, I posted this longer preview. I will also drop Chapter 8: Mr. Sensitive a little bit earlier this time. Since last week’s posting had some scheduling issues. Enjoy!!!
At the table, it would be overstatement to say that he feasted. Though a very slim build, he ate all the spinach picking around the nuts and fruit, some of the vegetables and not the tofu. And barely breathed on the quinoa. Good home cooked food that is a staple at my home was now being sent back to the fridge. Typical spoiled White American.
I looked away and refused to watch him “eat.”
“Sabine, play with my dick while I eat”
