“Hey,” I protested. It gave me a luscious sensation that, while it didn’t make me come, did give me the hope that my sexuality wasn’t quite dead. “I took a fortnight off work to check up on you,” she said. “I told you!”
She kept the water jet on my clit for what seemed like eternity but was probably two minutes, leaving me gasping for breath, with a tightness in my lower belly I had not expected ever to feel again. You need a massage.”
“Yeah? “I’m not surprised with all you’ve gone through. “Not at that.”
“I can’t get aroused,” I protested. “Not for your back and legs,” she said, and moved down to them. She gave me hers, darted one more look at Mila, and went back to her group. Nobody except at work calls me by my surname.”
“Juliana. “Feeling better now?”
“What is this? She all but accused me of trying to get myself killed in exactly the same fashion my father had done, just to hurt her. I sat with my back against a tree and Mila surprised me by lying down on the grass and plonking her head in my lap. Though you certainly flattered both my looks and my abilities in bed.” She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes.
