In the morning, and you are

The bright morning sunshine wakes you. You stretch drowsily, feeling a pleasantly satisfied ache in your groin as you remember the joys of the previous evening.

With that memory you are suddenly wide awake, your eyes darting around the room, thankful not to see Grace's recumbent body sprawled next to you. Calming, you see that her clothes are gone, the only evidence of her having been there the rumpled sheets on your bed.

No, not quite the only evidence you realise. There's a slip of notepaper on your night table. Opening it you see what has to be Grace's well formed schoolgirl writing.

"Good morning my dearest lover," it reads. "You fell asleep and you looked so sweet I couldn't bear to wake you! (But I kissed you lots of times!) You're the most wonderful man I've ever met, and I had an incredible evening! I feel so empty without your cock in me, but I feel happy that you'll soon be in all my holes again! Love you so much! Your little schoolgirl slut. PS. I'll put the butter away. We might need it again soon!"

With a sigh you shake your head, wondering if you'll ever be able to get out of the hole you've dug.