It’s not great. I slip on my underwear and make my way up to Mr. Anal sex As I get dressed, I examine our photo together. I let Sebastian catch his breath while I eye him for a minute
. I grab my hand around it and begin to slowly pump his cock, all the while keeping my eyes locked on his face. The sun’s coming up by the time I put Sebastian into the mortuary slab. “Good.” I slide out of my skirt, revealing the black thong I’d bought this morning. “Okay.”
I can feel him behind my back, worried about what I’ll say. “But when you confided in me that you had a compulsion, I knew you’d understand. “Wow Mr. I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you, someone who
