Having s*x with him is like the first time. I c*m once, but sometimes eight times. My body is ripped apart by orgasms by then. I've blacked out from too much joy. Then I'm in a post-o****m stupor, blinking and savoring the endorphins.
“What's new?” Paul looks up from his page as though he just recalled something. I've never made a big fuss about our schedules, assuring him I can work whenever. I often bring out my phone.
Client 5 is on my schedule. OMG!
Whoops! Yesterday?
I won't let him date someone else. Not because of costs. I'd rather chat to him.
King William is even sexier than Paul. We only communicate briefly, therefore I treasure our time together. He's crucial.
I wonder what to say to Paul. What can I say to anybody in 10 minutes? I didn't know I had phone s*x with a custom
