Sasha

Waking up the following morning, Sasha stared in her mirror. Last night was a little bit of a haze. She couldn't believe what they had done. Her pussy was a little tender from his fingers, it had been so long. She also didn't own a vibrator or a dildo. Not only had Norman gotten her off last night, she had gotten him off as well.

Letting out a breath, she grabbed her toothbrush, and kept on staring at her face. Nothing seemed to have changed. She was the same woman. Only now she had agreed to have her boss's baby.

"It's nothing," she spoke the words around the toothbrush, releasing a sigh.

Sasha had gotten off, and so had Norman. He'd finished his hot chocolate, and then left. They hadn't discussed the finer points of their arrangement.

A sudden bang on her apartment door had her gasping. Spitting out the toothpaste and saliva, she made her way toward the door, and checked through the peephole.

Frowning, she opened it up, and found Norman already there. He was dressed for work while s