I was leaning over his thighs, gently lapping his softened prick, while he gazed at the lewd picture of his fiancée pleasuring him.
“You didn’t have a single fall from grace, you had a lover,” he surmised noting how expert I was at my task.
“You’re experienced enough yourself to know the difference; you must have had a lover too,” I said.
He smiled. “Then, we’re even.”
I instantly thought of Phillipe telling me how alike we were. Were Adrian and I just as alike?
“The past is the past,” I reminded him.
“Best left right where it is, my fine wench,” he said. “We have a whole future to plan.”
“Future, that is a wonderful word,” I exclaimed. “And where do we start?”
“In London,” Adrian said immediately.
“Oh yes, London!”
“I want you to join me there. I’ll have to leave soon after
