“Have you forgiven me yet, My Lord?”
Williamson shook his head no. She increased the intensity of her strokes and placed her open mouth over the tip of his shaft. He tilted his head back and exploded over and over into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could in her dream, the rest spilling out over her chin, sliding down her neck and coating both breasts in a thick white cream.
“You’re forgiven,” Williamson said, and she woke up.
It seemed so real she touched her breasts to see if there was fluid on them. Then, seeing her friend beside her, she breathed out, relieved she was in Stephen’s bed and not with Williamson. Laura got up and used the bathroom. When she returned to bed, she noticed a ray of light from the open door of the bathroom shine on Stephen’s naked body. He had turne
