“Ask him if you can take his cock out—he might tell you what it is.” She gaped at Kalen, since he was all she could see, but he only stared back at her, impassive and immovable as a statue. “Can I …” She swallowed, her flesh burning with colour. “Can I please take out your cock, Sir?” “You might as well,” Kalen drawled, still with his arms stretched out along the back of the couch.
