A true relationship was developing. He began to sleep downstairs with me—usually inside me; he had the ability to remain hard after cumming. I discovered that he really was a neat freak. He couldn’t, for example, take too many showers.
I loved showering with him, for inevitably, when he came to admiring my body—which he did whenever he soaped me—this led to him f*****g me, slowly and languidly beneath the warm spray of water.
I generally came when he f****d me, which was fine in the shower. I discovered, however, that it was less than fine when I did this in the bed. I was embarrassed, and mortified at his annoyed disgust at the mess I left, though it did strike me that he never brought a c*m rag to our sessions. I didn’t; it wasn’t my place to do so, after all.
One evening, when he arr
