I felt my nipples hardening as we walked through the door, becoming stiff and tingly. I looked around, and when I turned back he was proudly stroking his meat.
“Mmm, I want some of that, Oscar. Nice and thick…”
“Of course, my pleasure! Your husband approves?”
“It was his idea. It will be just the way he likes it, hot and dripping with juices. His mouth will be watering.”
He laughed. “Glad I can be of assistance! Shall we?”
The slab of beef on his shoulder, we left the big freezer, heading for the butcher block counter and his knives.
