MARSHALL

She’s gotten even louder.

Music to my ears.

The hotel suite is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of my laptop screen and the single amber lamp beside the bed.

Irene is sprawled across the Egyptian cotton sheets, naked as she always is.

That’s her job. Stay next to me in public, and stay naked in bed.

Her long, sexy legs are splayed wide, all of skin flushed with red markings from our previous rendezvous.

She’s working a thick, black dildo in and out of her cunt with ...