Chapter 12“If he hasn’t f****d you before with that rather sizable d**k of his, then you’re in for a treat.”
Chad just couldn’t catch a break. He’d have to start having s*x where you could lock the door, but there was no heightened sense of danger there. f*****g where you wanted, when you wanted, it sort of defined his life as an escort. But now he was thinking, Christ, wasn’t everyone supposed to be down by the house? Clearly not everyone. Because here was none other than the perverse Preston Burrows, wiping his lips at the sight of the partially naked men lying amid a stack of straw. Chad saw straw sticking to Preston’s sweaty chest. The man had undone the buttons of his shirt, the dense brown carpeting on his chest on full display. A slight bulge in the older man’s slacks meant he’d be
