He stroked my cheek and his eyes said it all, and I knew I’d pleased him. I gave him a languid blink and then I yawned. “You will now rest. When you wake, I will make love to you properly.” “Is it late? Am I staying the night?” “You are staying until Monday morning. I’ve decided you are mine to enjoy for the remainder of the weekend.” I thought about it, and then I decided I didn’t really need to go anywhere other than be at work on Monday morning. “Okay.” I moved my legs and realized I was quite sticky. “Um, Omar, did I bleed a lot? I think I might have.” “Yes my dear, it’s fine..” I scowled, “Should I wash up?” “No, you will now sleep and recover. I will moisten a towel and clean you. Anna, I am the luckiest man on the planet.” I batted my lashes and didn’t know what to say. He did as he said, and came back to me with a warm damp towel and carefully cleaned the insides of my sticky thighs. The warmth of the towel and the way he fondled up through my sex, gave me more aftershocks of pleasure, and I twitched and giggled as my stomach muscles rippled in abandon.
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