Chapter 1 He pounded away. It was the same away he did it every time…pull my clothes, pull his trousers…suck my n—–s and tell me how beautiful I am before he starts pounding. I looked at him with his yes closed and wondered what must have made me like him. It definitely wasn’t his money; I was a lot richer than him….maybe it was because he was funny? I looked at him as he closed his eyes and beads of sweat formed above his brows; all I could wish for was for his to c-m on time. Today was to special for me to stop him halfway. Suddenly he let out that all too familiar groan that signaled his much awaited release. His hold on the top of the mattress beside my head became firmer, and then he started his epileptic-like movement as he came. Acho: Tee, you are so sweet Me: get up, I have to clean myself, hope your bathroom is clean. Running water? Acho: Yes it is. He made himself a cup of milo as I strode along to the bathroom. Me: So how was your trip to Oshogbo on Wednesday? Acho: it was o...
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