Increased addiction to my mistress
After a quite restless night I woke up the next morning, still moist between my thighs, just thinking of what happened to me.
For a short moment I considered, what to do, to go back to the hotel and meet with Christine, or to simply continue my average life.
Seeing the clothes she gave my neatly put in the chair next to my bed made the decision easy, as my mind wandered back to the strange, but wonderful feeling I experienced during her treatment.
While having a quick breakfast, I put the...