I found that the fresher the memory, the more details I would be able to recall, making the journal notes richer. I would take the journal with me to ...ill out along the journey, as it had been helpful in sorting my thoughts and feelings about all that had happened so far.I had just finished when Liza came in to let me know that the food was now ready. I made my way into the dining area to enjoy the meal that they had provided, while I went over the tasks for the day. I knew that my smith was. It was so wicked and nasty and filthy, a man actually ejaculating in my mouth. His dick, my mouth. His jizz just blowing into my mouth and filling it. If any escaped, I thought it would be a sign of failure. I held still. I kept mouth snug on his spurting shaft. I . . . I just let him . . . I just let him unload right in my mouth. I forced myself to take it, all of it. When he was done, he released my head and I yanked upward and ran to the bathroom and spit and spit and spit and dipped my. But before we could go any further, a light came on right outside. We both looked over our shoulders.“Shit,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”“Hell yeah,” he said. Without missing a beat, he pulled his hand away, put on his seatbelt, and peeled off down the street.We were going so fast that I was afraid of hitting something. I practically had to hang on for dear life. I kept watching for cops, because I didn’t want to have to explain what we were doing. But my heart was also pounding with. I gave a strangled groan and then swallowed, kicking my feet free of the workout gear. I pulled my workout tee up and over my head, my full muscles flexing as I dropped it to the ground.From the bed, Paige’s eyes roamed over my chiseled torso with burning lust, and I felt a surge of arousal batter through my chest as she fingered her clit and shivered. A little gasp escaped her lips and then I was on the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs.“Good idea,” I murmured, before placing my hands on.