When he woke up, it was with a start. He half sat up, eyes squinting in the early morning sunlight. And he looked around dazedly, wondering for a moment where he was.
Then he looked over at her sleeping form. And he remembered.
He’d been dreaming. His cock was rock hard beneath the hotel room blankets, and his body was coiled tense like a snake about to strike.
It had been one of those dreams.
For most of his adult life, he had not had the pleasure of waking up next to someone. When he had dreams like this, he usually woke up, grabbed a good girlie mag, and went to the bathroom to “rub one out”. Then he could get on with his exercises, have breakfast, and get back on the job.
But this morning, she was here. His client, his responsibility. And the object of his secret desire.
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