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I work lateon weekend orders.

It’s busy. It’s nice. I’m distracted.

By ten that night, Chad is asleep on the couch.

I cover him with a blanket.

I think about taking my pants and panties off and balancing myself on top of the couch and gently rubbing my pussy against his mouth to wake him.

He’s not into that.

He doesn’t like…the taste…

At least he’s honest about it.

I would love for a guy to go down on me.

Saturday.

Chad golfs.

I drink a lot of coffee and ignore texts I shouldn’t.

No, I don’t ignore Corbin.

I haven’t heard from Corbin in days now.

I wonder if things are done.

Maybe he just wanted to get out of prison, find me and see if he still had a hold on me.

Maybe he’s going to wait until I get married to Chad and then show up again.

Make things even worse.

If it’s over, then I guess that’s it.

I can take my secret to my grave.

I mean, who doesn’t have their secrets, right?

Sunday.

I’m desperate.

I wake up early and take a shower, fully intending on masturbating.

I have to come. I’m shaky, confused and grumpy.

Chad surprises me by getting into the shower with me.

He’s touchy. He wants me.

I stand facing the water and I reach back and stroke his average-sized cock until he grunts and groans and ejaculates against my lower back.

When he tries to touch me, I look back, force a flirty smile, and I nudge him away.

He asks if I’m sure and I nod.