“Tomorrow night it’s your turn,” is what she said. Sam’s brain was playing ping pong re-living the previous evening’s events. He had had an erection practically the entire day, with images of Harper masturbating for him the last night, pulling on her nipples, slapping her own clit, fucking an invisible (and still unnamed) fantasy partner with a seven-inch, rubber dildo as a stand-in cock. He couldn’t stop wondering if she...