Good one, Brad. Be still, Violet. Count the strokes out loud for me. That’s better. Now, between strokes I want you to kiss me—with your...full attention, mind—but continue to count each stroke out loud as it lands, understood? Good. Continue, Bradley... ....Violet, be careful! ...You almost bit my tongue on the last stroke. Focus, Violet! Before we continue, take my belt out of its loops and offer it to Bradley to use on you. Go on.... ...And take off your bra,. It makes me sick just thinking about it." But part of your bet was that you had to watch," I said."Exactly," she hissed. "Because I wanted to be turned off. I guess I was hoping that if I saw you sucking Tim off, it'd cure me." I just looked at her until she continued. "It would cure me of the overpowering attraction I have for you. Well, after the past couple of days, I don't think it matters much. It was probably going to be futile, anyhow. But it was nasty and cruel and underhanded, and I'm. ‘I have nowhere else to be,’ he smiled. They talked for hours about the last few years of their lives. She told him about her abusive father: how she and her mother had been forced out onto the streets, her mother dying of the cold the same year. Christie had found her and had not been able to wake her. She had been forced to grow up alone. She could not trust anyone. He told her about the car crash in which his wife and child had died, how he could think of it only as his fault, for working. .. as you reach out for it with your hand I stop you and tell you the you can’t touch it with anything but your lips and tongue, then I let you move closer again. you brush your lips against the tip and kiss down the hard shaft running your tongue round it every now and then, kissing and licking down to my ball where you kiss each one in turn and gently suck them into your mouth. you look up at me and I see a pleading in your eyes, and I know you want to hold my cock with your hand while you.