Rebuff her yet again.

"Fuck... you know your devotion to your wife makes you so damn hot?" she sighs, a serious look coming over her face. "Ok look... I'm sorry. I've definitely gone a little bit... overboard. But I just want to be clear. I don't want to break up your marriage. And there's nothing emotional about any of this. It's not like I want you to run away with me so we can spend the rest of our lives together. And I'm not going to be living in this town with my dad forever. But while I'm here trying to figure out what to do with my life, I just want to have a bit of fun, lose some tension and maybe have a hot guy dick me down every now and then. All I want is some no strings attached sex, so all I'm asking is for you to roll around with me for a while a couple of times a week before getting on with our lives, ok? Just pull my hair a bit, dump a load in me and we're good."

You're taken aback by her candor, although calling what she's done 'a little bit overboard' is a hell of an under-exaggeration. You try and formulate some kind of response, but between your throbbing cock and the bluntness of her words, you're unable to say anything. She places the bar of soap back on the edge of the bathtub and slides forward to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"You're a sweet guy," she says, placing her hands on your chest. "No wonder my dad likes you so much. I won't try anything again while I'm living here, I promise. Unless you ask."

She stands up and gets out of the bathtub, a mass of soapy bubbles clinging to her magnificent body. She grabs a towel, dries herself off, and quietly tiptoes out, leaving you alone with your thoughts.