She had to admit she was afraid of what he had been looking like last night, but in any case, she would not bow to him!
The other side of the bed was empty, but from the additional pillow, it could be seen that Joseph was sleeping beside her last night. Shuddering, Irish touched the pillow and remembered the torture of his finger again between her legs.
It even left a wood incense smell.
Very light. But it was his breath that was tickling her earlobe, reminding her how he defeated her defense mechanism.
She noticed the mechanical watch he used to wear on the bedside table, and the tick was coming from the beating sound of the pointer, but the room was so quiet that she could hear the watch moving.
She had put on clean pajamas, and cotton, and was very soft.
Someone knocked on the door. With alert eyes, Irish's body was attached to the head of the bed, who quickly raised her guard line.
It was Jessica who came in.
