I cannot even begin to describe how wonderful it felt to be so full. I was in heaven. Suddenly Enrique stopped fucking me. When I looked at him he ask...d, ‘What do you want me to do?’ ‘You know what I want.’ ‘I wanted you to say it,’ insisted Enrique. He loved that he was in control and that I submitted to whatever he wanted of me. And even if I was embarrassed to talk about something as crude as anal sex, I would say it because that’s what he demanded. ‘I want you to fuck my ass.’ Once I said. I knew Dhun used to sleep very late so as to talk to her husband over video-calling (because of the difference in time between the countries)After the shoot was over I came to our building and checked my WhatsApp to see if Dhun was online.To my luck she was. I texted her and made a fake excuse that my friend had to go out and I could not stay at his place, she also knew about my situation already. So I asked her that should I wake my mom up and go to my home to that she replied- why do you want. “I see, so that was her present to you. Sex.”“Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn’t finish with those girls, but I did finish in her.”I took notes and paused, “Do you love Devin?”“Yes, very much.”“Yet you have sex with other women?”“Her and I aren’t technically a couple. I sorta view her as a mother figure. She’s like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our. Her gaze fell only on the man with her, the sketchbook she showed the man, and her drink. From what Peter could see, at least three quarters of the thick book was filled with black and white drawing which he couldn’t quite make out. ‘I can’t understand why you keep saying no to me. You’ve got such talent that I don’t think I trust anyone else to work with me, Julie.’ The man with the light brown hair was sincere in his address, Peter supposed. But he couldn’t help but get a thrill at hearing.