Reflection

Smiling to yourself you trot upstairs to the bathroom. Stripping your clothes off, you step into the shower, letting the hot water rinse the scent of the girls off you. You hum as you lather yourself, replaying the tutoring session in your head with satisfaction. You're content to let Margot and whoever else she brings along continue to attempt to distract you, aware that they have no idea how much you already know.

Perhaps you and Brian can share them next time around, you smile. The thought of double teaming Margot, spitroasting her arrogant young body, and exploiting her love of submission is very arousing. Your battered cock begins to respond to the thought, and you have a moment's regret for sending the bitches away before you got another crack at them.

"There'll be other chances," you chuckle to yourself as you step out of the shower and grab a towel. Rubbing yourself dry, you dress in fresh clothes and head downstairs, finding Brian in the living room.

"Smells like pussy in here," he says with a laugh. "Been busy?"