Eduardo swiftly took a cold shower and sat on the couch, thinking about everything he could remember from the memory he had received.
There was a knock on the door, and David walked in with his head facing the ground.
"You're here..." He mumbled.
"Yes, I am, young master" he spoke, fumbling his hands. He was nervous to find out if Eduardo remembered anything that happened last night.
"If you're here for breakfast. Don't worry, I'm not starving. I got drunk last night, didn't I?" He asked.
David raised his head, hearing what he said. He heaved a breath of relief after finding out that Eduardo didn't remember anything. Even as Eddy brushed his hand against his dick or him, cuming all over his chest.
His cheek flushed red as he recollected everything that happened last night. But, when he remembered Fabio's hand on his dick, his face went back to being serious.
