CARLA
I am such an i***t. One minute saying his d**k was small and another minute begging him to f**k me. My body seems to be deciding everything I do for me now. And here we've had another session of s*x. This is my paid job, the main part of the contract. To satisfy his s****l urges.
We both laid on the bed breathing heavily. I stared at the ceiling not minding my nakedness. It is very clear what I feel for this man. But I can't say it out. How do I say it out? He is not that interested in me. He only wants my body, my s****l services.
I looked at him, he had his eyes closed but he's not sleeping. He has such a beautiful innocent face, one would think he's a saint.
I frowned when I remembered he went out with his ex girlfriend. Are they now a thing? He's no longer mad at her?
