"Thank you Dr Devon."
A woman uttered loudly her hand fondling her breasts as she spoke. There was a huge smile on her face as she spoke and it was like that for most of the women in the room.
Devon lay there in the massive bed, his body sunk deep into the tangled silk sheets that were now a chaotic mess of stains, wrinkles, and damp spots—the undeniable remnants of the night's unrelenting, savage frenzy.
He was asleep, his breathing slow and rhythmic, chest rising and falling in steady waves, a rare moment of utter surrender for a man who had commanded the room.
Surrounding him was what could only be described as a living sea of women—bodies intertwined in every possible direction, a soft, warm tapestry of curves and limbs that enveloped him completely.
