EXTRACT FOR
The Invisible Husband
(Giselle Renarde)

She didn't go in right away.  The bath was still quite hot. She sat on the ledge and plunged her hand beneath the water's surface.  Paul was hard and huge, but he'd obeyed the rule well and hadn't touched himself at all.  She needed to be able to trust him, and avoidance of self-pleasure was key to that trust.



Wrapping her fist around his cock, Greta pumped slowly beneath the still water.  He watched, his eyes wide.  He looked like a much younger man.  She could hear his throat clicking, as though he were stifling moans of delight.



Greta felt like a mermaid on a rock, tending to the very sailor she'd summoned to his demise.  Now she would revive him, and she would be his saviour.  What a crafty mermaid she could be...



'How does that feel?' she asked, circling her thumb and forefinger around the engorged head of his cock.  With her other hand, she grabbed his balls and squeezed.  'Does it make you want to come?'



He stifled another groan, pressing his feet against the base of the tub.  



'But you won't come in the bath, of course.'  She stroked his dick with one hand, fondling his balls with the other.  'It wouldn't be hygienic.'



'Where can I come?' he asked.  His voice was high and strained, like he was really holding back.  It must be the effect of the warm water and all those bubbles.



Ah, he was a presumptuous man.  She goaded him in action and in word.  'Do you deserve to come at all?'