Xanthippe was out quips and clever retorts. Effective immediately, she was exchanging those for a sort of continuous noise of pure pleasure. Moans and gasps and increasingly desperate little keening noises.

Because what else was it than pure pleasure to feel the toy pumping into and out of her, each of the smooth ridges along the shaft sending out ripples of sensation in quick succession? She'd loved it when it had been just her and the toy, and to have him have his merciless way with it was a whole other level of intensity.

This was not going to take long at all.