Chapter 47
When he recovered from the hardest climax he could remember ever having experienced and opened his eyes, he found her still sitting astride him, scrutinizing him curiously with those eerie black orbs of hers. "You were a virgin Michael Weston Bower," she stated matter-of-factly. "No wonder you did not last very long." "What? Hell no! I wasn't... I.... How...? What...?" he flustered in a squeaky voice. She kept observing him with a neutral expression indicating nothing but idle curiosity. "Ok whatever. Color me busted," Jason admitted sourly. "How did you know anyway? Are you like a demonic mind-reader or something?" "I know everything about you Michael Weston Bower." "Just call me Jason please. Seriously though. Did you just bang me in order to read my mind?" "No Jason," she replied
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