He smiles softly, his expression warm and almost sweet, his own memory jogged by Monty's words. They had been so anxious and shy, back then. In the present day, Monty had gotten far bolder, more comfortable in their own skin, and nowhere was that more evident than in the eager, willing way they submit to Justin's whims, greedily accepting rough treatment and soft caresses with equal enthusiasm.

"Sometimes you pull it off," he replies, conversationally, sliding two thick fingers into Monty's sopping cunt with an obscene squelching sound and pumping them in and out. "Though sometimes I wonder if a slut is simply what you naturally are. It seems to be far more difficult for you to be good."