"What are you doing? Stop it..." David groaned but he himself didn't understand why his voice didn't express a firmer objection.
"Why?" Meiden muttered in his ear. "After all, you read the passage with such interest. I saw you blush. I saw you recoil in surprise, and then come back to read on. Did you really not feel like trying it? I don't believe..."
"But that doesn't mean that I... Oh!" Meiden's hand pressed harder stroking and caressing him, and David would have been a hypocrite if he had continued trying to deny it. His traitorous body was reacting to a man's touch!
David did not understand what was just happening. He bit his lower lip.
"Mr. Meiden, I..."
He wanted to apologize, he wanted to ask Meiden to stop, because if he didn't stop something strange might happen to David's body, something insanely embarrassing, but his throat for some reason was clenched and somewhere in the back of his head the shameless thought was palpitating that maybe he should try....
