By Meyari McFarland
"I haven't… been out like this before," Tommy whispered, licking his lips and eyeing the people around them with a blush that spread from his cheeks to the back of his neck and then over his shoulders. "They kept me at the brothel the whole time since Mistress Hong bought my debt."
His shivers weren't for the cold, Curt realized. Curt's breath caught for a second as he realized that Tommy had his hands over his groin to keep people from realizing that he was so hard that the G-string could barely contain his cock. Tommy enjoyed showing off this way. He grinned and ran a hand over Tommy's mostly bare ass.
"Trust me," Curt said even though trusting him was the worst thing Tommy could do, "it'll get even better later on. I have some ideas you might like."
Other Books by Meyari McFarland:
Artifacts of Awareness