“Craig!” she said, and I couldn’t help it—I snapped. I pulled my pajama pants down, leaned back onto my elbows, and tried to communicate what worked best for me. XXX “Now,” Mason began, “the pair of you are blood relatives, yes? “And you know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.”
Petra seemed taken aback by my directness—ever since we’d visited Lord DeGraves, I’d felt more assertive than I normally did. Eleven days of abstinence (I hadn’t jerked off the day before we went in, either) had resulted in quite a build-up: I’ve never measured or anything like that, but I’d guess that my load is the normal, average amount.
