Revenge of the PotheadChapter 16
“Well, any news?” I asked Samuel, who showed me an envelope with a letter from his wife, Ravneet. I showed him an identical one from Summer. It smelled of her ... and it wasn’t perfume, either. I wondered how the mail guy felt about the scent of my fiancee’s pussy on the envelope, since it was likely that he recognized the smell. Judging by that aroma, I wasn’t too shocked at the good news that it contained. No “Dear John” letter for me. Instead, I got this... Dear Master, So, I’m...