Chapter 191. Wildfire

"Do you remember how many times you called me sir and Mister Vero?" Denny asked.

"Sixty-nine...?" Trisha answered hesitantly; she was not so sure she was right.

"Exactly, and I want that done in my bed," Denny growled as he said so. "Don't keep me waiting, honey..." said Denny before he started to step up the stairs, holding on to the balusters with his eyes still staring at Trisha.

In Trisha's sight, Denny walking naked was like an imaginary sight of Adam while she was Eve. Confidently walking without cloth covering their nakedness, his manhood was proudly erect, pointing forward as he moved. But when she saw Denny halted as she was still nailed in her feet, she hurriedly followed as she saw his face turned upset again. She had to do as he was asking.

"Sixty-nine on his bed," she mindlessly murmured. But when the words were registered to her brain, processed and understood. She swallowed her spit. Her hands subconsciously cupped her crotch. "I'm wet," she mu