Refreshing the words and making up some rules.

Dressing in a hurry, you walk up to Kelly's bedroom door, knock, and enter without waiting.

"Hey, I'm not dressed," Kelly shouts, pulling up her panties and folding her arms over her breasts as she turns to the door.

"Sorry Mrs O'Brien, I just need to see my arm for a second before I head home. Besies, we already saw plenty of each other in the shower."

Too embarassed to respond, Kelly holds out her arm for you and looks away.

You grab her wrist with your right hand and start stroking her upper arm with your left as you inspect it. Sure enough, Ryan Ferro’s mouth has worn off but Ryan Ferro’s arm remains legible.

Repositioning yourself so you're half behind Kelly, you squeeze her shoulder. "Mrs O'Brien, how do you feel about your son knowing I partially own his mom?"

"I'd rather he didn't know, but I don't know how that could be avoided once he sees those words."

"I think I can do something about that," you promise as your hand shifts from her shoulder to her back. If Kelly disapproves she doesn't show it, waiting silently for you to continue. "I can move the text closer to your shoulder, then a short-sleeved shirt would be enough to cover it."

"That would be wonderful, thank you!" You can hear the relief in her voice.

"Don't thank me yet. There is a price. Two, actually," you correct yourself as you trace the curve of her spine halfway down her back.

Kelly sighs, unsurprised. "Go ahead, what do you want?"

"Well, if you're covering my arm I should have a say in what clothes you do it with, right? Use my phone to send me a selfie in the morning, and I'll tell you if it's alright."

Your hand is running circles over her lower back now, she's visibly nervous about where it'll go next but keeps her composure. "And the other price?"

Grinning, you move your hand to her side to turn her so she's facing you, this leaves your hand on the edge of her panties. Kelly raises her free arm to cover her chest again, mashing her tits delightfully in her haste. Before you answer her question, you hook your thumb under the fabric of her panties to brush the bare skin of her hip. Finally she acknowledges your hand with an indignant gasp, but you speak up again before she can protest.

"Give me a nice long kiss and tell me you can't wait to play with me again."

Kelly scowls. It seems she's **** to kiss you now that she has a choice in the matter. But when you tug on her panties, she meekly steps forward and plants her lips on yours; she even opens them and meets your tongue with hers. There's no passion in her motions, but she doesn't pull away... until you decide to grope her ass.

The reaction is immediate: Kelly pushes you away angrily and snaps "Don't!"

"Well that's not what you were supposed to say," you shoot back. "I guess I'll give you a difference price if you don't like that one, but I think you'll like this one even less."

"Wait, I'll say it!"

You cut her off. "It's too late for that. From now on, I want you to call me sir when we're alone." Seeing the incredulous expression on her Kelly's face, you add, "Or do you want me to come up with a third price?"

She shakes her head quickly. "This price is fine, sir." She forces it out, clearly unhappy with the turn this day has taken, so you decide to wrap things up.

"Good girl. Just let me grab my marker and I'll be out of your hair in a minute."

Kelly's mood improves slightly while she checks her arm in a mirror. She doesn't seen to notice that she's not covering herself anymore, or mind that her mouth belongs to you again.

Opening the bedroom door, you pause before you leave. "By the way Mrs O'Brien, that was a real nice handjob." Your voice is loud enough that she's afraid her son might have heard it. "Don't forget to message me tomorrow!"