always, we spent every waking moment screwing -day, night, morning.
“I’ll take you to the station.” He smiled happily and I went to Watford, to the office. In the car, his hand, searching unerringly, sneaks up my thighs that I’ve opened in readiness. As ever. His hand inside of me, a last chance to keep my scent with him a while longer.
My trip to Watford turns out to be not particularly exciting. Officially, I’ve just returned from visiting clients or potential clients in Switzerland. Nobody ever checks these things anyway. It’s my nature: a gambler, always skating on thin ice, always searching for new challenges, the ultimate thrill. Thank God I’m allowed to smoke on the train! And there is coffee! My vices that I almost don’t want to give up. Every time, they stand between Amos and me. The sun is shining - a rare treat in England, and I travel, dreaming of my next time with HIM - not a clue that this will be a long time in coming.
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