Chapter 3Change Upon Change
It had been a marvelous weekend, something I would have sincerely doubted on Friday, when I’d had to do a lot of make-work at State.
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Mark and I would be going to view an exhibit at the National Gallery that Sunday afternoon. I returned from my ride with Mother and told him I’d join him downstairs as soon as I’d showered.
I had adjusted the spray and was just lathering myself up when the shower door opened. “Mark, what…?”
He grinned at me, his eyes hot, and the next thing I knew, he was on his knees before me, swallowing my c**k to the root.
For the longest time, he kept me hovering on the cusp, so that when I finally climaxed, my knees buckled, and I found myself sinking to the floor of the shower stall, to be impaled on Mark’s clever fingers. I wa
