No, but she has advice

Grace blushes furiously as you show her the cupcakes. "She's such a tramp," she says. "A French tramp. Men like that I suppose," she adds with a sigh, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Of course they do," you chuckle. "But they like sleek and pliant redheads with tight pussies too." You put an arm around her waist and pull her to you. "Don't get jealous Grace. It's not attractive and it's a waste of time. I never saw Gabrielle before, and I'm certainly not fucking her. At least not yet," you grin at her.

She looks at you solemnly. "I don't care if you fuck her. I mean it Mr. Carter. As long as I'm your first schoolgirl bitch I won't complain who you fuck. I won't make a fuss, I promise. You can even make me watch you fuck them. God I love you so much Mr. Carter! You can do anything at all, just keep me!"

"Alright Grace, alright," you say, trying to calm her vehemence. "I'm just teasing, and you are the first bitch. But you have to go now. We both have things to do, and remember what I said about being careful."

"I'll remember Mr. Carter. I will. I promise I'll be more careful," she says with a serious look on her face. "Are you going to eat those cupcakes Mr. Carter? Are you going to think of Gabrielle's titties when you eat them?"

"Grace..." you say with a warning tone in your voice.

"It's ok Mr. Carter. I'm not jealous. Really I'm not. But you could fuck her, hold her down and fuck her French pussy. Make her scream as you stick your lovely fat cock in her. And then you could fuck me, and show her who your first schoolgirl is. Who your first bitch is."

"Grace, you need to go," you say in a calm voice. "We'll talk about this later. And yes, you're my first bitch."

"Thank you Mr. Carter. Thank you so much," she says with a happy lilt in her voice, reaching out to squeeze your hand before scampering up the path.

You sigh, wondering if your life can possibly get more complicated as you watch her disappear.