-Jacey- We soaked the bed with sweat and cum and my lubricating juices. Absolutely soaked it. And still, Caleb couldn’t get enough. When I thought I couldn’t move ever again, he fed me power bars. He gave me energy drinks by transferring the liquid from his mouth to mine. I felt like a baby bird.
“Caleb.” Mr. Masterson acknowledged him with an incline of his head. “And you must be Jacey.” “Yes, sir,” I swallowed. “Have we outstayed our welcome?” Mr. Masterson’s expression softened. “No, dear. I’m sorry, I tend to be intimidating, they say. Good for the boardroom. Bad for meeting new people
-Caleb- “Baby, I’m here. I’m right here,” I told Jacey as we entered the district attorney’s office. It had been a few days, and I’d slept blissfully well, but Jacey had tossed and turned, still unsure about accusing her father of assault. When the district attorney called us, Jacey was already a
Jacey smiled, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. “Yeah. Let’s.” *** Will’s pool was more like a grotto with a hidden cave behind a small waterfall feature that had nice mood lighting. I privately had a word with Will, and he let us have the pool all to ourselves. But still, I wasn’t going to fu
-Jacey- I woke in the early hours, when it was still dark. At first, I didn’t know what had woken me, but then Caleb thrashed his head back and forth and groaned. “Caleb,” I whispered, cupping his cheek. “Caleb, it’s a bad dream…” Caleb swatted at my hand, his eyelids flying open. At first, he st
I beamed at him. “I’m glad.” “So?” Caleb asked. “So… what?” I responded. “So… do I make you happy, even when I’m not dick-deep in you?” Caleb smiled. I cuddled him. “I get excited every time I see you and sad when we’re apart. I don’t know if that will last forever, but I do know you’re always g
“For your information, we weren’t going to,” Caleb seethed. “But now… now…” I felt sick looking at the screens. “Did you… record us?” Caleb’s eyes lit with new fury. “Yeah, did you record us?” Will shook his head emphatically. “No. Me and Charlie just watched, that’s all. No recordings. All live
-Caleb- “I knew you’d be back,” Hank said triumphantly when we showed up at the door. “I’m sure you did,” I replied icily. “Mr. Masterson. He’s good people. Knows when to send kids home.” Hank was all puffed up and strutting around as though he had won a victory. It was infuriating. We should h