by Rachel Kramer Bussel Callie’s birthday gifts started with the panties, lacy, see-through black ones. She’d torn open the small package and smiled at Toby. “Put them on, baby,” he said as he brushed the red tissue paper off the bed.
by Rachel Kramer Bussel Callie’s birthday gifts started with the panties, lacy, see-through black ones. She’d torn open the small package and smiled at Toby. “Put them on, baby,” he said as he brushed the red tissue paper off the bed.