Paul let out a snort and then stared at me. As he stood up, the first question that sprang to his mind was, “You wouldn't have let me cum till you were ready for me just now!”

I must have beefed up my defenses because I smiled at him with a phony grin made of plastic and gazed at him. “Goodbye Paul ,” I said.

After I finished my sentence, I went out of his apartment and onto the elevator. Throughout the whole of my ride in the elevator, I maintained my calm by sitting perfectly motionless. It wasn't until I was sitting in the taxi that I glanced down...