52. Lost

I lay my back on the bed as I felt his cum drop from my entrance. My knees go weak, and I think my bones also give in; the pleasure still coursing through me as I close my lids.

I yawn lazily, sprawling all over the bed. I roll over to the left yet feel a vast space beside me.

My eyes are wide open as I sit up on the bed, looking around and taking every detail in as I put together the pieces of the previous night.

I came to massage Gwen's client and ended up sleeping with him. I resisted the urge to roan into my hands.

I lay back on the bed, my ears straining, as I hoped to hear at least a little tiny movement. But I got nothing. It's all still and silent.

Worried, I climb down from the bed and rummage around for my clothes. I hurry along quickly into my gown and knee boots.

Weary of my environment, I walk around the vast room, wondering if this is a suite.

I checked every nook and cranny, afraid I had just been jilted. True, it was great sex, but getting jilted doesn't feel good.

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