Diary of a High Price Escort Book 9 Part Two
Angel’s appointment with James becomes a MMF spit roast affair.
Outside, the sun had set, and the early evening air was quite cool. I felt my nipples react and shuddered ever so slightly as the coolness of the air flushed over my naked back. "Would you like my jacket?" James asked, noticing me shiver. "No, thank you," I answered. His soft hand caressed my back, as we walked to his sedan, which warmed my naked flesh but did little to calm my hard nipples. The Royal Plaza was a short dr...