“You know me.” “Hell yes, I do,” Miller said. “The plan …” Miller began weakly. XXX “You know me.” “Hell yes, I do,” Miller said. His head was lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features of her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her oval lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to have her suck him off! It simply wasn’t going right, he had told her; the words wouldn’t jell. Everyone seemed to be standing in little clusters, talking inanely of topics typical to cocktail parties: local and national politics, current fads and fashions, the Elections, The hostess, a tall, statuesque blonde whose
