Progress

Adrian looked at Irene. "Have you watched everything?"

"Yes." She nodded with a straight face.

"Now, do you trust me?"

She thought for a moment before nodding.

"Let's sleep." He lied down.

Irene went to the changing room and donned her nightie. She went to the bed. Bodily fluids from three persons- both sticky and dilute- made a mess on her side of the bedsheet. A weird smell permeated through her nostrils. But she nonchalantly got up and lied down facing him.

He wrapped his arm around her into a snuggle. His hard and wet cock which was still exposed poked her stomach, dirtying her night dress. His chest pressed against her soft bosom.

But her face remained expressionless as she closed her eyes. His eyes followed.

The tiring day came to an end.

******

Several days passed.

Both Adrian and and Irene were sitting on the sofas reserved for them in the meeting room.