Gold Standard 23

My wife.

Myself, I'm a writer.

Hey, I didn't ask what you do for a living.

I mean, I prefer to know as little about the client as possible.

And why is that?

Because what I do is not about friendships or relationships.

I see you or your wife on the street.

I don't know you, you don't know me.

Discretion, Mr. Dinsmore, is the key word.

What is called discretion in man is called cunning in *******.

Jean de la Fontaine.

And you would be a very interesting subject for a book.

You're even better looking than Suzanne Scrott.

Thank you.

Nice suit.

Do you mind?

Go right ahead.

Mm, it's a nice one.

Can you see it from there?

Yeah.

I can see it just fine from right here.

Are you sure?

Wanna get a closer look?

No.

It's a nice large one.

Mm.

I can see it just fine, lover, because it is a big one.

It's a real big one.

What would you do with it if you were here instead of me?

You know exactly what I would do.

I'd suck it.

Really?

Yeah.

I would take that great fucking cock,

that big fucking piece of meat,

and I would shove it right between my lips

as far down my throat as I could take it.

Like this?

I would swallow it on down.

Oh, just sucking on all that pre-cum,

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