stated Devon to Jeff as they drove back to the station. “We are two lucky men.” “We can’t push her too fast, Dev,” cautioned Jeff. “She’s special, and I don’t want her to run from us once she knows our kink and how dominant we are.” Devon shrugged. Jeff knew that Devon had lots of faith in his ability to win a woman over, and Jeff was always there to keep the edges soft. “I mean it, Devon.” Jeff’s voice took on an edge. “This feels like the real deal, and I’m not going to lose her.” Devon hesitated, and Jeff could almost read his thoughts. Devon was worrying that this woman might come between them. His friend replied, “I hear you, Jeff. Keep me honest.” They continued in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts, and then Jeff asked quietly, “What did she look like, Devon?” “Pink like those roses Mrs. Winters grows next door, and her clit is a shade darker. And she tastes kinda sweet and fresh all at once,” Devon replied with a chuckle, never taking his eyes off the road.
