I finish and put on a clean nightie. I go downstairs and throw the other stuff in the washer before sitting back down my him.“Look at my neck.”He ...looks at my neck and smiles.“What the hell am I going to say tomorrow at work?”He can tell I’m upset, but just laughs, “Tell them your new lover got carried away. They don’t need to know who it is.”I just stare at him. He grabs me and kisses me, “You’re fucking cute when you’re mad Babe.”We watch some TV and as I’m laying against him, I feel him. We had to write a narrative using a regional dialect, either from within the UK or (in deference to the many foreign students who hadn’t been further out of London than the first-year lit trip to Stratford-upon-Avon) another English-speaking nation.According to my friend Sally, who’d done the option last year, this tended to lead to a lot of bad attempts at Australian dialect based on the students’ daily dose of “Neighbours” or “Home and Away”, which are hardly authentic in my view. I wasn’t. ‘Good. Now, Archie, have you kept your promise? Do you have your balls full of cum for me?’‘Yes, mistress.’‘Are you sure? Five days’ worth? Not four? Not three?’ She reaches down my front and I sigh in as her hand touches my stomach, then moves down, past my erect cock and grabs my shaven and swollen balls in her hand. ‘Five?’ she says as her five fingernails dig in to the skin of my balls.‘Let’s see… hmm. Yes, ok, I think I can feel you have abstained. Good. For what I have planned for you I. “I don’t care about other men. I want you. I can’t explain it any more than I could explain God’s divine plan for us. It is what it is. I want you. I want you so bad I haven’t been able to focus for two days. I’ve had to lie to Anna and our friends, and I don’t like it. I want this ... this ... whatever it is gone. I don’t like feeling this way, no matter how good it feels. It’s sinful.”“And you believe that by sleeping with me, you’ll become free from this infatuation?”“This is not an.