Chapter FourJob called just after midday.
“Excuse me, Madam, but there's a man on the telephone asking if there is someone called 'Ezra' here. I've told him three times that there isn't but he insists there is and he won't go away!”
It was Megan on the other side of the bedroom door. Luckily she hadn't opened it as I was kneeling on the bed beside Melissa in the process of creaming her smooth firm body from her shoulders down to her thighs with a more than moderate hard-on!
I remember Job telling me that by seven every morning, he had shaved, trained and forced-marched with a full kit for two solid hours.
“That will be for me, Megan. Tell him I'll be right there,” I shouted as Melissa grabbed and squeezed me. “Save that for later,” she said as I left to dress. “But I'm not strong on pa
