“I’m wearing a vibrator,” she says. “He’s controlling it from his phone.” Oh for fuck’s sake. I’m equally parts pissed off and turned on. “Then why aren’t you dancing with him?” “You know he likes watching me squirm.” Kourtney turns around and presses her ass against me, lifting her arms over her head just like she did at the wedding. “Every time you touch me, he’ll reward me.”
I AM UNWELL.
