“Please,” I pleaded. “I don’t know how to come this much.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” His voice was a caress now. His fingers never stopped moving. “Whose fault was it that you never got off, yours or your boyfriend’s? Did you always stop him too soon because you were scared of coming? I bet you did. Look how crazy you’re getting. You were afraid of him seeing you like this. You’re a mess of juices.”
