No merit resides in delving into the sordid details of the next two hours. Usk had his lusty way with me, not once or twice but thrice, and deposited his thick spunk in several unconventional places.
At last, though, he seemed sated. Sated, yet still demanding. “You’ll be back tomorrow night, my dear. Or the professor and I
will have that unwelcome conversation about your goosey-goosey- gander-where-do-you-wander ways.”
I sighed dramatically in a put-upon fashion, yet not without some falsity of emotion. Truly, after tonight’s tumble, future encounters with Usk would not be such an unknown burden. “I suppose I have no choice…”
Suddenly, as if my words had pleased him or opened up some further bond between us, he reached beneath his pallet and pulled out—a book!
“Would you—would you re
