I woke up the following day feeling refreshed after a long time. That kiss must have done it. I have showered and m*********d in the bath. I haven’t had any s*x for a few months already and I’m missing a c**k inside me. And that made me think of how is Mr. Peterson as a lover, as I was putting on my body moisturizer. My thoughts then were interrupted, when I heard someone softly knocking on the door.
“Mr. Peterson! Good morning!” I was surprised to see him so early. It’s only seven thirty. And he had texted that we can meet by the café downstairs by eight. I was only wearing my robe and nothing else underneath.
“Hi. I know it’s early, but I’ve got nothing else to do. So, I thought of coming here. Hope you don’t mind.” He then kissed me softly on my cheek.
How then would I min
