Embrace the past

In the bathroom you wash your face, rinsing the remnants of come off your skin. Using a facecloth you give yourself a bit of a sponge-bath, cleaning yourself up a bit. You'd love a shower, but frankly you want to get back to the Thornhaven men, have them use you again, make you squeal and come at least once more.

Purring, you look at yourself in the mirror, seeing a few bruises starting where their hard strong hands have gripped and controlled you. You smile at the memory, stroking the marks of your submission with pride.

You're about to return to the men when something catches your eye.

It's a pair of cute Hello Kitty hair ties, much like a set you had as a teenager. You pick them up, realizing they must belong to Victoria. With a smile hold them up beside your head, then grin and in a moment brush your hair into side ponytails and secure them with the Hello Kitty ties. You flounce your head in the mirror, pleased with the look, then see some sparkly lip gloss. With a giggle you put that on, loving the teenage girl who looks back at you from the mirror.

Mr. Thornhaven's comments about fantasizing about you as a teen have spurred your own memories of a crush on him, and you love the idea of trying to recreate the past. You suddenly recall that Victoria was wearing a cute t-shirt with some boy band on it today. And that she threw it in the laundry hamper in this bathroom. Inspired, you find it and pull it on. While it hung loose on her, it clings to you like a glove, your ripe breasts stretching the fabric, your nipples pressing little hard lumps through it.

Checking yourself out in the mirror you look like an erotic cartoon of a teenage girl, which when you think about it, is even better than the real thing. With an eager grin you step out of the bathroom, sauntering back to the men with your hips swaying.

You pose in the doorway, doing your best to look sultry and innocent and thoroughly fuckable, biting the tip of your forefinger as you look under your lashes at Mr. Thornhaven sitting naked and rock hard on the couch.

"Ohhh, Mr. Thornhaven," you purr. "It's ever so late, and I'm scared to walk home. Do you think you could drive me?"