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Ellison
“No??” The word came out filled with outrage and confusion and a lot of humiliation. I pushed at his chest trying to sit up straight. But it was a futile attempt with my muscles feeling like they were made of jelly after the two orgasms that he had wrung out of me and with my legs up in the stirrups.
But of course, the gentleman that he was— when he wasn't ordering me about and denying us both what we wanted, he helped me. Carefully, he lifted my legs from the stirrups, then helped me down from the bed. And then without another word he walked to where my clothes were and brought them to me. When I tried to take my clothes from him, he brushed my hands away, gently.
My eyes were wide, my blood was still running heatedly in my veins and my heart was beating an erratic rh
