Nelson immediately stood behind him, put his arm around him, and slipped his hands into Don's fly. His strong hand embraced Alston's masculinity, already on the alert with excitement.
"How do you feel in this position? How do you feel in this place?"
"I like it when you touch me," Nelson said sincerely. "Your touch is very pleasant."
"What if it was someone else?"
"Who?"
"Anyone. If anyone, absolutely no matter who, a complete stranger, embraced you in this place and in such a way, would his touch be pleasant to you?"
"Of course not!" Don was indignant, but for fear that someone would hear him and find him in such a situation, his shout was very low.
"So why do you think someone else might enjoy it? Do you think a whore feels good to be touched by a stranger, groped in such a dingy place? Did you think Martin would enjoy being touched by someone for whom he has no feelings?"
