"Hand me that grocery bag," Isabelle tells Chris.
They're in the kitchen unpacking supplies from their short vacation. Mia and Zaira are cleaning trash off the beach, brought in by the waves.
Chris does it right away — he looks like a surgical assistant in an operating room.
He hands her the bag of produce, and Isabelle starts arranging it one by one.
First the apples, then the onions. When she picks up a large zucchini, she hesitates.
She stares at it with a lewd look, then gives Chris a suggestive glance.
"This reminds me of your cock. I think I'll set it aside."
Then she puts it in her bag.
A shiver runs through Chris as he realizes what she plans to do with that vegetable.
Damn, that woman is insatiable… I wonder how she managed those five years of abstinence before turning me into her sex slave…
She picks up another zucchini, just as long and thick. She examines it carefully, turning it between her fingers.
"Okay, we can eat this one."
