Creedence paused in moving his hand up and down her back. “What exactly did you see?” He asked the question nervously.
She rolled over. “I saw everything. Everything,” she stressed. “I saw his prick in you and I know you loved it.”
Creedence shook his head. “He made me do those things,” he said vehemently. “I don’t know how he does it. Maybe he has a touch of the devil in him and can control me, but I can’t resist when he wants to meet me here.”
Tace laughed softly and cupped his now-soft manhood in her hand. “That will all stop when we are married,” she promised him with a kiss. “I’ll take care of all your lustful needs.”
At first Creedence wasn’t sure what she was saying. “Why are we to marry?” That wasn’t his primary concern at the moment, but he couldn’t tell Tace that he was worri
