The first spurt of cream in her mouth was just a small one, but the second was much bigger. So was the third and the fourth and the rest as Adam shot much more jizz into her mouth than she would have expected, considering their morning fuck session.

She sucked until his balls were drained. At last he pushed her head gently away from him still moaning like a dying man. As he did, she heard the clock strike the quarter hour and was delighted to see that she had been sucking his cock for a half-hour.

While her man recovered from the magnificent blow job, Mary was content to lie with her cheek on his belly, one hand stroking a strong, hairy thigh. She observed that while his thighs and the base of his belly were hairy, the rest of his body was free of hair, smooth and thrilling to touch. It was just, she told herself, another way in which her exciting man was so perfect. She wondered how it could be that no other woman had claimed him before she found him – or, more to the point, she amended, before he found her in her room, getting fucked by her dog.

It was a wonder to her, too, that instead of his having been horrified at the sight, it had so taken him that he had to meet her, that he had sent her a letter, the letter which had first filled her with terror and shame.

"Come to me, my beautiful angel," Adam said tiredly. "I want to kiss the mouth that did such wild, wonderful things to my cock. I've never been sucked like that no man ever has."

She hurried into his arms, and then their mouths came together in a fiercely passionate kiss which went on and on before it ended and he told her again what a magnificent job she had done and Mary glowed with pride.

"I don't know how long that lasted, but it seemed like hours."

"I know exactly how long it lasted, darling. It was thirty minutes," and then she told him about the clock.

"Christ, at a million dollars a minute – and it was worth at least that – I owe you a hell of a big bill."