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I took the wand out of her hand and switched it back on.
“Lie down,” I said, and she did, with a look of pure delight.
I’d never used one before. She talked me through it, which was its own kind of thrilling: lower, softer, there, no, there, yes. I started on her inner thigh and worked my way up through black lace until she was squirming. Then I peeled the lace off and held the wand against her clit and watched her whole body light up.
“Oh, you’re a fast learner,” she gasped.
She came the first time in about three minutes, back arched, hand gripping my wrist to hold it there. I didn’t stop. She came again. Then she pushed the wand away, breathless, and handed me the glass dildo and the lube.
“Now that one,” she said. “And your mouth at the same time. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.”
I wasn’t doing it wrong. She told me that too, loudly.
By the time she rolled a condom onto me and pulled me inside her, she was so wet and so sensitive that she came again almost instantly, clinging to my shoulders and laughing. I followed embarrassingly quickly.
We lay there sweaty and wrecked.
“Most clients,” she said, “want me to do all the work. You, Graham, I’m putting on the list.”
Ending 8 of 16: Hands On. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.