And then he put his hand on my arm. Oh, no. “Do you enjoy having hands?” I closed my eyes and shuddered at the deep, dark voice that could make demons flee. The man nodded at Gavin and with an arrogant smirk, asked me, “Who’s this? Your keeper?” “How about legs? You like having those?” Gavin’s stool groaned under the sheer weight of him as he turned to face me, to stare at the man with a cold, murderous glare. “Eyes? Ears? A cock?” I gasped quietly. Perhaps I shouldn’t have pushed him on the outfit, after all.
