Yes, you follow orders

"Okay."

You roll over and face Ashely. She moves toward you and you feel her arms reach around your body for the hug. You match her movements and soon her breasts are squishing against your chest. You can smell her arousal more intensely as you pull her close. Soon you know she's feeling yours as your fully erect cock presses against her mons pubis. Her small patch of pubic hair is warm and moist. You can't help but think about the sex shop and how good it felt when your cock was anonymously sliding in and out of her cunt. If you only slid her body upward a little bit you could revisit that feeling.

Her voice interrupts your thoughts. "How much evidence is left, Daddy?" Her mouth is so close you can feel her warm breath and smell her minty toothpaste.

You think about it. He didn't say he destroyed evidence after the glory hole incident so it must be "six."

She squeezes you tighter. "That's not so bad, right? Five nights like this and it'll be five. We're almost free." She leans in closer. "But you better kiss me so we can get tonight over with."

And you do. The kiss is soft and gentle. You both keep your lips closed but you also linger in your connection. When you part you whisper, "We'll get through this. Now try to get some sleep, babygirl. I love you."

She slides away from you so you're no longer touching. You both turn away from one another. Your body is boiling with lust but you need to follow the orders. No touching. No orgasms. For five nights.

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