Something worth revisting at night.

You don't really remember the rest of the day.

You know Daddy drove you both home, and that Mummy had made dinner for you both. You're sure she looked beautiful, she always does, and you're sure the meal tasted great, it always did, but you can't remember anything about it. You know you said you felt tired and went for a lie down, and that you meant it, you really did, but you didn't sleep at all. In fact, it's now midnight and once again you aren't sleeping, and it's for the exact same reason.

"Oh...ohhhh..." you try to moan quietly. It's not likely that your parents will hear you, in fact, you're more likely to hear them having sex than they are to hear you masturbating, but tonight it feels extra taboo.

You have your duvet pulled up over your head, enshrining your naked body in the smell of sex and the glow from your brand new phone. As your slender fingers work your kitty your dizzy eyes remain fixed on the phone's screen, fixated on the attachments Mr Williams has sent you; the video he took of you in the restaurant.

You shudder as you hear your own moan come from the phone, watching for the 100th time as your ass pushes into the air as you lick up your own juices like a whimpering whore. You want more hands so you can hold the phone up, masturbate and tease your nipples as you watch your full breasts scrape the floor before pushing out proudly as you gaze up at Mr Williams with a surprisingly erotic dazed expression.

"It's not enough..." you whimper, your fingers failing to give you satisfaction. "It's not enough Mr Williams..." you plead to your phone. "Please Mr Williams...please..."