“It’s all right,” he said softly before raising his voice. “Richard, this is Nila Black.” He spoke in a normal voice, but his cock twitched inside me and I stared at him. Was he getting off on having me sitting on his lap, full of cock in front of someone else? I heard footsteps crossing the room and buried my face against his shoulder in an agony of embarrassment. So much for being shameless, huh? How had I gotten myself into this embarrassing mess? Josh stroked his hand over my shoulder and down my back, sending a tingle of lust through me. “It’s all right,” he whispered again, his lips against my ear. After a moment, he lifted his head. “Nila, this is Richard Reardon, my best friend.” He gently nudged me away from his shoulder. My face felt like it was on fire. “Tell him to wait outside while I…while we…” “Sssh. There’s no need for shame. Richard and I have no secrets from each other.” So he, Richard, and I should have no secrets from each other either?
