I was a jumble of disparate sensations, the pleasure more cerebral, centered around the fact that he was fingering my ass, touching a part of me no one else ever had. He pushed deeper and the cerebral gave way to the ohfuckyes, tandem pressure and pleasure twisting me up. Maybe I said the ohfuckyes part aloud, because Chet laughed softly. “Turn around.” I did so immediately, no questions.
