Chapter 3

Before moving to Washington, Kate had lived in a small rural town.

And she had heard plenty from the local boys. But even when they were drunk, they had at least remained human! Here, a completely sober man had worked himself into an animal state through sheer lust! What sort of man became aroused by reducing a woman in his fantasies to the level of a dog?!

“Oh, yes!” Gordon continued, masturbating obscenely, as though he were deliberately smashing every one of Kate’s boundaries. “You’re quite the bitch — the kind who always has to have her way and doesn’t even knock before barging in!”

Startled by these new words and sensing that something was wrong, Kate lifted her eyes from the wet, thick, straining cock ... and met Gordon’s gaze fixed directly on her.

“I see you’re interested, Ms. Stevens,” he said calmly. “I could continue the performance, but lunch is almost over.”

Kate drew a convulsive breath, feeling as though she had been caught at the scene of a crime. How long had she stood there watching the guard masturbate? Five minutes? Ten? Fifteen?...

“I am obliged to repeat that the show is over,” the old man said, concealing his cock and heavy scrotum behind his hands.

“I didn’t ... I came here ... You shouldn’t have ... believe me, I didn’t want to...”

Kate faltered, feeling herself blush. The old man watched her calmly without pulling up his pants, continuing to hide his indecency with nothing but his hands. At least part of his scrotum remained visible beyond them, and the sight could not help affecting Kate’s impressionable nature, accustomed to lofty matters rather than anything like this.