Chapter 3: Key
I had learned a lesson: never show any arousal myself. He was to be the sole object of my interest and attention. I have to say, working to control myself, combined with the fear of failing at that, of actually cumming, combined with the verbal abuse—well, it was very hot. It was a kind of hell, but it was a pleasurable hell.
Several visits later I was slow getting to the door, for I had been in the middle of cooking and had to turn down the burners and put lids on things. When I let him in and opened my mouth to apologize, he immediately pushed me to my knees—with the front door open! And, right then and there he made me suck him off. That, with the real terror of public discovery and possible police charges, turned out to be a new level of excitement. And it made me c*m
