Michael seemed so mad at me in bed that I almost lost the concept of day and night and was completely addicted to the never-ending rush of pleasure.
Michael would feed me food and water at some point, and I would mechanically consume them. Then, in between the sex sessions, Michael would carry me to the bathroom to wash up, and sometimes we would just go at it again, and then Michael would carry me back to the bed soaking wet.
I didn't even get a chance to put my clothes back on. So it was three days and three nights of debauchery.
When I woke up on the fourth morning, I was surprised to find that Michael wasn't there, and I was wearing a nightdress. Damn it! No underwear.
After days of nonstop sex, I felt weak and sore all over.
This wasn't a break at all. On the contrary, the physical activities in bed were almost as exhausting as that of a person out having fun for three days straight.
