There had always been some conversation with Michael, perhaps over a glass of scotch or wine, and it always was the easiest, most effortless talking that Cam could remember. Even her banter with Pauly could be forced from time to time. She couldn’t remember having a friend, never mind a lover, who was so easy to talk to.
Then there would be a new scene, some new situation Michael created as the setting for their s****l tryst. They’d tried new things that Cam had only read about and she found that the toys that Michael had brought with her were wonderfully erotic and added even more pleasure to what Michael was teaching her. Cam found herself doing, and saying, things she wouldn’t have even considered a week ago. This morning, she had found several small black and blue marks on her breasts
