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You've Got Male

It's been a long time coming, and now this erotic romance will be arriving.

My 27,360-word urban erotic novel, "You’ve Got Male", follows a young woman’s journey to put two failed marriages behind her and try one more time for love, through the help of online dating via HookUsUp.com. But it’s anything other than smooth sailing as one of her exes (bi-sexual Damon) returns, offering wildly inappropriate but tempting sex.

This naughty, erotic romance will be available for pre-order on December 26th.

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Memorial Day Sexcapade

Some days are special, and Memorial Day is so in more ways than I can count. My wife Monique is in the Navy, and so this Memorial Day was super special because she was coming home on a rare holiday visit. We’d not seen each other in months, and my body was hungry for hers. I wanted this day to be special, not just our usual sexcapade. I wanted to show her that she’s appreciated, loved, and missed.
I dropped the children off with my sister, promising they’d be back early enough the next morning to help make breakfast. Then I stopped by Cirilla’s Adult Novelty Store, to buy a naughty little outfit for myself. After all, playing dress-up adds a little excitement to the occasion, right? Then I hurried home to finish preparing dinner and left it in the oven to keep it warm until she arrived.
I know how Monique, my wife, loves roast with gravy, potatoes, and carrots, so I fixed it just the way she likes, and now the scent was wafting through the kitchen. I purchased some lavender candles as well, because I read in a magazine that the scent helps to relax the body. Just for laughs, I removed all the light bulbs so that my precious Monique wouldn’t unintentionally spoil the romantic mood I’d worked hard to create.
As the time grew closer for her return, I rushed around, getting the last minute details done. I ran her a hot bath, sprinkled with rose petals, placed the candles throughout the house, and drew all the curtains. The candles gave off just enough light to set a seductive and erotic tone.
Now, I had to prepare myself for the love of my life. After I showered and oiled my body completely with baby oil, I got out the new cute little elephant nose undies because I knew she’d love them. I didn’t get her anything because I knew that once I got her out of that little sailor suit, she wouldn’t have the opportunity to put anything else on. Then I was thinking about how many ways I could position and twist her body in order to help her achieve the ultimate orgasm. I guess I should have purchased a Kamasutra book; maybe within its pages, I could have learned something new.
I set the table, with a bottle of Chardonnay chilling in an ice bucket, and waited patiently to hear her sister’s car pull up in the drive way. I had warned Alana, her sister, ahead of time to make an excuse of why she couldn’t come in the door, so I wasn’t worried about an audience.
As I sat at the table, with my muscular body shining in the dull candlelight, I heard Monique’s key in the door. I heard her toss her bag on one of the couches and begin cursing at the dimness.
“Jason!” she yelled. “The lights have burned out!”
I didn’t answer, I just stood beside the table and waited patiently for her to enter the dining room. And when she entered, I picked up the remote for the stereo and hit play. Playing in the background was the song, Always and Forever by the late Luther Vandross. This was the song I had sang for her at our wedding reception.
As I danced my way over to her, tears began to fall from her eyes. “Do you remember what I said to you after I sung this song to you?” I asked her, while embracing my lovely wife in my arms.
“Yes. You said that I was your soulmate, and that God had made me just for you,” she whispered, as we danced slowly to the soft music in the background.
“Yes. You were my blessing, my salvation, my clarity, my best friend, and my personal gift from God. Because of you, I am a better man,” I said to the woman who has captured every part of my heart.
I then smoothly danced her over to the table, pulled out her chair, and sat my most valuable treasure down for a home cooked meal. I popped open the bottle of Chardonnay, poured her a drink and then headed into the kitchen to retrieve her plate.
“I am enjoying this,” she said to me with a devious smile on her face.
“Well, there’s more to come,” I smiled at her, making my way to the kitchen. When I re-emerged, I had a plate of food for her and a plate of food for myself. I served my wife first and then I sat across from her with my food so that I could watch her every movement. I wasn’t really hungry for dinner; I was hungry for Monique.
I loved the way she cut up her meat and placed it into her mouth. It made the elephant nose of my outfit harden. I enjoyed the way she sipped from her glass. This made me want to nibble on her bottom lip and shower her with endless kisses. And the way she looked at me and smiled sent waves of burning love signals pulsating throughout my body. My God I love this woman.
When she finished her meal, I didn’t bother clearing the table. I walked over to my hardworking and beautiful wife, leaned over, and gave her a soft and passionate kiss. That one kiss made her smile, and that one smile, lit up the whole room. I noticed that she had glanced down at the elephant nose, which was now elongated and hard.
I grinned at her. “Baby, you can play with the trunk later.”
When she giggled, I assisted Monique to her feet and escorted her to the bathroom where her bath had cooled. I helped her remove her clothes, admiring her curvaceous body, her smooth and soft skin, her tender and perky breasts, and her perfectly round ass.
I tested the water before allowing her to enter. I then assisted my wife into the rose petal bath and took her sponge and poured the warm water down her back and between her breasts. She asked me to join her, but I declined and told her, “Tonight, it’s about you, not about me.”
She accepted the answer and leaned back in the tub. “I love this. The warm water intensifies the smell of the rose petals, and the lavender candles are great.”
Good, I thought to myself, this is the exact response I was hoping for.
As she lay soaking in the tub, relaxing her body, I quickly cleaned up the dining room and blew the candles out in the other rooms. I turned up the stereo, not loud, but loud enough for us to hear it in our bedroom. I made haste back to the bathroom and noticed that Monique had fallen asleep. I understood. Monique fights daily for her country and her beliefs; she deserved a break.
But I couldn’t leave her there, so I tapped her gently on her shoulder and whispered, “Let me wash your back for you.” Again, she smiled that smile that lit up the room, and then sat upright for me to do it for her.
“I feel like a queen,” she said to me.
“No. You are a queen,” I corrected her.
I allowed her to finish washing her body while I prepared our bed for her. Besides, I didn’t want to explode by watching her running her hands all over her body.
I pulled back the comforter and the sheet, removed the decorative pillows, and took the last bit of rose petals and sprinkled over the bed for her to lay on. Nothing but the best for the woman who is the backbone of this unity.
I went back into the bathroom and stopped her from wrapping an old terrycloth robe around her flawless and well maintained body. Again, I took her by her hand, and escorted Monique to her next destination, our bed.
She lay in the bed and motioned for me to join her. I removed the elephant nose undies and laid beside my goddess of love. I wasted no time and began to suckle on her breasts, giving each one equal attention.
My hand found its way to her smooth and juicy hidden treasure. Yes, she was creaming for me, her body was calling me.
I ran my hand down her velvet skin, my fingers settling on the hard little nub in the creamy sea. As I stroked her gently, her body softened. She moaned sweetly, leaning into me with a little gasp of delight.
I dipped my head, gently kissing the rounded swell of her breasts before sucking the puckered nipples. At the touch of my lips, her breath quickened. The scent of rose petals coming off her heated body swam around us, lightly perfumed and exotic.
I kissed her long elegant neck, hearing her breath turn into moans of delight. Her hips were softly circling now, bumping against mine. The cream under my fingers became a liquid sea as she floated in blissful contentment.
Her lips were full and pouting. I kissed her, my tongue invading her mouth, dancing lovingly with hers. Monique’s breathing became heavy and her hips moved swifter. I could feel the warm juices as they started to spill from her body, and I wanted to taste them.
I positioned myself between her thighs, opening her legs wide. I licked savagely, tasting her cream, and making her body jerk with my skilled tongue. Her legs began to shake. Her hands were on my shoulders, her fingers digging in as her body gathered and trembled.
She was moaning in pure satisfaction. “Yes. Baby. Yes!”
Knowing that she was close to exploding, I stopped and sat up in the middle of our bed.
“Come to me,” I told her.
Her eyes were half closed with passion but she moved over my cock, standing straight up and waiting. She was the picture of passion; her lips, wet and swollen, and her breasts jiggling as she hovered over my long, hard dick.
She leaned over me, my hardness just touching her hot creaming center. Then, with one swift move, she forced herself down, engulfing the iron hard tumescence. I was instantly flooded with sensation; the feel of her pussy rippling over my shaft, her cream drenching my balls, and her soft body rubbing against mine drove me straight to the edge of ecstasy.
Now I was at her mercy, she was in control of my release and hers. Monique started undulating against me in a slow and steady tempo, her arms wrapped securely around my neck. She dipped her head, her lips fastening over mine as she kissed me passionately. The long drugging kiss turned rougher as she circled her hips more fiercely and began to nip at my lips tenderly with her teeth.
Her hungry passion was driving me wild. “Oh, Baby! Ride this dick!” The words tore from me as my body went into overdrive.
I could feel my breath explode from me as she circled faster, grinding those rich thighs and lush breasts against me. The scent of roses intensified as we both began to sweat.
Her head leaned on my shoulder as she cinched her arms tightly around me. Her breath gasped in my neck, setting waves of excited shivers pulsing through me.
We danced together, our bodies melding into one. We twisted, ground and pulsed in an ancient pagan rhythm, drowning in soft moist skin and ravaging gasps as we rushed towards the peak of release.
“Ohmigod I’m cumming!”
Monique’s moan sent us both tumbling into orgasm. We surged in unison, exploding in ecstatic release. My groan of blissful agony was mirrored in her wailing delight as passion pushed us into a wave of shimmering sensual overload. I could hear myself cry out as I poured myself into the woman I loved, her echoing call answering as I drowned in her warm juices.
We came to a shaking halt, collapsing in each other’s arms, pulling in a lung full of air as we kissed in giggling glee.
“I love you with all my heart.”
Her whispered words melted my body and soul. “I love you too.”
Four little words, whispered in the scented dark.
As she lay in my arms, I knew I was home. Monique is my sunrise and my sunset. My world evolves around making her the happiest woman in the world.
Her breathing slowed, and I heard a sigh of contentment. Turning her on her side, spooning into her body, we lay in peaceful contentment.
Memorial Day: it is special, indeed.

New Short Story

I'm working on some new material. I'm not quite done with it, but I wanted to share it with you.

The story is going to be centered around a sophisticated woman who has been scorn twice by love.

She has all but gave up on love until she finds that special someone on an online date site. He's going to give her everything that her hearts desires and more.

Only one thing, one of her scorned relationships want to re-kindle their love. She loved this man with every breathe in her body. As much as hearts wants to be with this man, she isn't sure if she can trust him after the nature of their break up.

The title to this new short erotic story is, "You've Got Male". The cover has already been created and you can view it on my author website, https://www.facebook.com/authormonica.... Like if the cover meets your expectations.

Prevarication ~ Deceitfully Yours

Yeah, it's up and available! Prevarication, Deceitfully Yours, the e-book and paperback, can be purchased on Amazon.

Thank you to the lovely Rodin, who received an advanced copy, and gave it a 5 Star rating.

And thank you to the beautiful Gosia, who received an advanced copy, and gave it a 5 Star rating as well.

Check it out, and tell me what you think.

Prevarication: Deceitfully Yours

Prevarication ~ Deceitfully Yours

All kinks have been fixed with the book design and the paperback copy is available. Hopefully, within the next couple of days, the ebook version will be available for download as well.

This has been a long road traveled, but I am thankful I had the strength to walk it.

Enjoy!

Prevarication ~ Deceitfully Yours

We are graciously awaiting the final approval for the release of "Prevarication, Deceitfully Yours". It should be available for release by April 15th. This has been a long and hard journey, but it was well worth it.

Prevarication ~ Chpt 5 Excerpt

Upon arrival at the condo, they had noticed that all the news crews had returned. They sat in the truck for a moment before exiting. Lotus was new to all the drama going on surrounding Jessica, but she was willing to defend her newfound sister. “Let’s get this shit over with,” Jessica announced.
As they pushed through the crowd, Jessica heard one of them ask a question about the death of Denver. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to the crowd and asked, “Who died?”
“Miss Milner, did you not know that Professor Denver Washington was found in his home dead?” a news reporter asked.
“No comment,” she replied, pushing her way to the door and anxiously waiting to get to the television to find out what was going on.
She rushed up to the condo, ran into the living room and turned on the television. There she saw the story that Professor Denver Washington had been found dead at his duplex. They reported that his wife stated that she had not talked to him since the beginning of the investigation into his misconduct case. They went on to say that he had been dead for about a week and they believed that he had been poisoned.
“They are going to be looking for me,” Jessica panicked.
“You have been locked in this apartment. You haven’t had any contact with him babe. They can’t blame you for that.”
“I need to tell you something,” Jessica said. “I met with him last week. You were in the bed sleeping when I eased out.”
“Little Sister! What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t. Nobody was telling me anything and I wanted to hear his side of the story. I wanted to make sure he knew that he was making a mistake leaving Amore. I told him that I loved Justin and that I was moving on with my life and how he should do the same thing,” she cried. “I didn’t want to tell any of you because I knew you would all be mad at me.”
“First the sexcapade, now murder. My mother isn’t going to like this at all. I’m glad we didn’t make it to your fitting and alteration of her dress for you,” Jaylen said in disappointment.
“I don’t know what to think. The more I show you that I’m here for you, the more shit you get tangled in,” Justin stated. “But again, I’m going to stand behind you. I will tell my father what has happened and see if he could find out anything.”
“Did you kill him sissy?” Lotus asked.
“No, I promise you. I was only there to tell him that it was over. I didn’t stay long, a half hour at the most.”
Justin called his father and informed him of the news before the police came knocking at the door. He advised that Jessica should not answer any questions and to stay out of the spotlight. Justin talked with his mother and asked if they could stay there with her for a while. Reluctantly, she agreed saying, “At least here she can’t creep out unless she pays off one of the guards.”
Justin told everyone to gather anything they needed from the apartment because they would not be returning for a while. He informed them that they would be staying with his mother until the end of the semester and until the investigation had concluded.
“Shit! Now I have to sleep in the house with Sybil. Thanks Jessica,” Kayla joked.
“Who is Sybil?” Lotus asked.
“You will soon find out.” Jaylen warned.

Prevarication ~ Chpt 4 Excerpt

They pulled up to the condo and kissed passionately with each other before getting out the truck. As they walked in the door, Justin threw his keys on to the table and walked with Jessica over to the couch. “I don’t feel much like talking,” he said.
“I don’t either.” Jessica replied, taking off her shirt and tossing it at him. He chased her around the couch and down the hall until he caught up with her in the bedroom. As he lay her gently on the bed, he walked over to the fireplace to light a fire. “You must love sex by the fire, I noticed that you are always lighting one.”
He was smiling, warming his hands by it. “It’s not so much the sex but more of how your body looks in the light,” he explained. After stirring the coals, he came back to the bed. “Take your pants off for me and get up on your knees.”
“Why?”
“Ssshh. Just do it.”
Jessica slowly removed her pants, exposing her white laced panties.
“Beautiful!” Justin moved closer, burying his face briefly in her hair as his hands traveled down, exploring the plump mounds, and pinching the taut nipples that strained against the material.
At his touch, Jessica could feel her heart begin to beat faster. Justin was kissing her hair and neck as his hands quietly opened her bra clasp. Her breasts spilled out, jutting up firmly as his thumbs caressed their tight peaks. Delicious shivers began to ripple through her body. Her skin felt electric, every inch of her sensitized to his touch.
Justin ran his hands over her curves. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he whispered. He then reached in the nightstand beside his bed and pulled out a black tie.
“Oh, you’re going to be a naughty little boy?” Jessica giggled, anticipating him tying her up. Instead, he covered her eyes.
“Ssshh,” he repeated. “Lie down for me and open your legs wide.”
Jessica lay down, opened her legs, and waited. She heard the shucking sound of clothes being shed. Justin was undressing. Moments later, she felt him kneel between her ankles. He was kissing her inner thigh, making her shiver with pleasure. She could sense the heat of his body, and the faint scent of his Cool Waters cologne surrounded her.
He was running his fingers over the thin material of her panties, teasing the soft flesh beneath. Instantly, she could feel herself become wet. Justin nuzzled her tenderly, making Jessica’s pussy throb. “Let’s get rid of these,” he murmured.
The panties slid down, leaving her nude. Jessica felt vulnerable, unable to see a thing. It gave the throb a delicious edge. Putting her hands out, she found herself holding his arms, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Justin leaned over her, stroking his dick on her clitoris with long, smooth strokes. The feel of the hot hardness turned the ripples into waves. Before long, her body was twitching with excitement, her legs riding up his as her pussy juiced and pounded. “Give it to me,” she whispered.
“Ssshh. When I’m ready.” Justin replied.
As she shimmered against him, whimpering, he leaned his rampant cock against her. She gasped, trembling with excitement as he inserted the tip of his hard dick inside her. He dipped in, and then pulled out again, sliding it across her clitoris.
“Uhm,” she moaned, arching against him. “Do that again!”
She hung on to him, writhing as he dipped in and out of her, enjoying the sensual foreplay - and sneakily trying to rotate her hips, trying to get him to fuck her. She didn’t know if she wanted him to go for it or not; either way, she was on the cusp of bliss, her body awash with heavenly shimmers.
Just as she decided she wanted him to take her, he moved away. “Don’t go!” she whimpered.
“One second.” Then he was back, leaning between her knees again. “Here we go!”
At his words, she felt an icy coldness on her nub. Justin had placed ice in his mouth and was rubbing it all over her pussy.
“Ohmigod, that’s freezing!” Her hands were curled into claws on his shoulders, her body jolted by the ice. “Wait! Oh God! Wait!”
The ice burned and then, suddenly, her clit was pounding again.
“Stop?” Justin murmured.
“No, don’t!”
She was on fire, her body soaring. The ice came back, running over her nipples, tracing her breasts, and then running back to her clit. She was moaning, whimpering his name as her body shook, shivered and burned with volcanic heat.
“I can’t wait anymore!” His hot hard body was over hers, his iron hard tumescence sliding into her.
He rode her swiftly, plunging into her with fierce thrusts, his breath exploding from him in hard gasps. The searing hot flesh thundering against her iced edges, sending her screaming to the edge of orgasm. She hovered there, the blindfold intensifying the experience. She was exquisitely aware of his rippling muscles against her soft form. His scent was now on her skin, his sweat running off her.
“Love you,” he gasped.
The words sent her screaming into an intense climax. Her body bucking against his as she exploded in glorious release. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she gyrated her hips fiercely, carrying him with her. He arched, and roared, erupting inside her with hot pulsing waves, groaning her name as he emptied himself inside her.
Collapsing on top of her, he pulled the blindfold from her eyes. He was grinning, hot, sweaty and happy. “I will never let you go again.”
“Never?”
“Never,” he replied.

Prevarication ~ Chpt 3 Excerpt

Jessica followed Kayla into the restaurant where the waiter greeted them and escorted the ladies over to Kayla’s mother. Before Kayla sat down at the table, she bowed slightly and spoke to her mother, Maeko, in their native tongue. “Ogenki desu ka?” Kayla asked.
I remember that. Kayla is asking her mother is she well, Jessica thought to herself. Glad she taught me a couple of phrases.
“Hai, genki desu,” Maeko replied. “Please have a seat,” she insisted, unable to take her eyes off Jessica.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Jessica, and I share a room with your daughter.”
Maeko ignored Jessica but continued to look at her with hatred in her eyes. This made Jessica feel very uncomfortable, causing her to look down at the table to break the uneasy eye contact. Simultaneously, Kayla snapped at her mother for being rude as she reached over to Jessica and lifted her head with her index and forefinger. “Hold your head high, little sister. Never lower your head for anyone. You have NOTHING to be ashamed of.” Kayla directed her hostility toward Maeko. “I notice you’re here alone. Where is Mr. Child Molester?”
“We should never air our dirty laundry in front of the help! Besides, that is ancient history,” Maeko replied, with a villainous smile.
“No disrespect intended, but what help are you referring to, mother? The waiters, the cook in the kitchen, or perhaps the greeter at the door?” Kayla responded in a very moderate tone.
“Anata no tonari irodzuki no on’nanoko,” Maeko replied.
As Jessica was just served her medium rare steak, Kayla informed her, “My loving mother is referring to you as the colored help in our language. She cannot say it to you directly because she is spineless. That’s how a true coward talks about people they think are beneath them. They speak in a manner that one wouldn’t understand their treacherous tongue.”
Losing her appetite for the steak that had just made her mouth water, Jessica looked at Maeko and said to her, “How could you hate someone you don’t even know?”
“Kayla, why do you dishonor me so? I gave you breath.” Maeko asked, ignoring the fact that Jessica just asked her a question. She did in fact gaze in her direction with murderous eyes, but she would not acknowledge Jessica with an answer.
“You may have given me breath, Mother, but you also stole my life. You stood by your husband knowing that he raped me. He put his seed into my body, but you blamed me. If anyone was dishonored, Mother, it was me,” Kayla cried. “Why have you come here, Maeko?!”
“To allow you the opportunity to come home and take your place among this family,” Maeko answered.
“And what would you have me do, mother, to be rejoined with you?” Kayla asked with sarcasm in her voice.
“Go through the sunat perempuan ceremony. It would help you control your sexual urges. This will help me trust you again.”
“YOU want me to let someone cut off my clitoris? So that I don’t entice your husband?!” Kayla began to elevate her voice. “You really thought it was pleasurable to have your husband force sex on me? Not only did he impregnate me, but you sent me away, as if I were the problem!” Kayla was now yelling for all in the restaurant to hear. “My daughter died in my arms, Maeko! Not once did you call and check on me. Not once did you come and see me. NOT ONE FUCKING TIME DID YOU EVEN ASK HER NAME!”
“Don’t you ever raise your voice to me. You were the snake in my house that bit my husband. I gave you everything, and you thanked me for nothing. You watched too many American television shows.” Maeko elevated her voice, slamming her fist against the table.
“You have always been deceptive, Maeko. Your soul is dark and your heart dead. May karma not haunt you throughout the rest of your lives. Maybe one day, your essence will find peace.”
“You’re going to need me sooner than you know, devil child.” Maeko laughed. “Your money well will soon be running dry.”
“Watashi ni anata ga shinde imasu,” Kayla said, getting up from the table and motioning for Jessica to follow her.
Jessica looked at Maeko and waved good-bye, upset that she had to leave her steak. As they began to walk away from the table, Maeko yelled one final sentence to Kayla, “Your precious Dae has passed. You have nothing. You have no one. Everyone will know that you are worthless! You have shamed your family!”
Kayla stopped for a moment, with tears escaping her eyes. Although she looked at Maeko for a second or two, she said nothing, but her look spoke volumes. For that moment in time, Kayla displayed pity, heartbreak, and forgiveness.
As they exited, Jessica couldn’t help but ask Kayla, “What were the last words you said to your mother that angered her so?”
“I told her that she was dead to me. I want nothing more to do with Maeko.”
“And who is Dae?”
“The only person who honestly loved me. Dae was my father.”
“What are you going to do, bestie?” Jessica asked, hugging Kayla.
“I will go home and bury my father.”

Prevarication ~ Chpt 2 Excerpt

“So, you know about me and your husband?” Jessica asked, confused and surprised.
“From day one.” Amore responded, walking over to a drawer and pulling out Jessica’s black silk panties that Denver took from her on their first encounter.
“You gave them to your wife?” Jessica was horrified. “You told me she would never find them!”
“I don’t hide anything from my wife,” Denver explained.
“We have no secrets,” Amore agreed gently as her eyes raked Jessica’s sweet curves. “And we love to share, don’t we Denver, dear?”
At the words, Jessica felt her breath quicken. New and exciting sensations were in store for her.
Denver looked her over, knowing what she was feeling. “Amore, help Jessica get into something a little more comfortable while I change,” he demanded.
Amore smiled with an evil grin and pulled Jessica to a closet full of leather and spandex outfits. “Hmm, I think this would look nice on you.”
Amore was holding up a two-piece outfit. She assisted Jessica in removing her jumpsuit but played joyfully with her breast.
The feeling of the woman’s knowing hands, cupping the full firm flesh slowly and then pinching the tightly budded nipples lightly had Jessica’s breath escaping from her in excited little gasps.
Amore pulled Jessica’s hair to one side of her shoulder and began kissing her neck on the other. “I must say, you are the most beautiful of all the women we have had the pleasure of inviting into our triangle.”
“Thank you,” Jessica whispered, as she started to feel her pussy tingle from her soft intimate kisses.
She turned to Amore and returned the affection. They rubbed their breast against each other, fondled each other’s pussy, and exchanged gentle kisses. “I’m not gay, but this feels so right. So good.”
“This is only the tip of the pleasure pyramid. There is so much more that I am going to show you,” Amore said in a sweet and encouraging voice.
The women were so turned on by each other, that they forgot about Denver. For a moment he was mesmerized by the two lovely women enjoying each other.
Amore, glanced over to see a lonesome Denver and whispered, “We are being very disrespectful to Master. We have to be punished for our actions.”