Intermission Part Four

Sunday. 2:00 PM

The numbers on the screen of Mary’s cell phone flashed like it was angry at her as she stood outside the Summers residence. She could feel her heart beating thunderously in her chest, louder and harder with each uneasy breath that eked out of it. The pounding beneath her breast was more than enough to leave her nauseous and half tempted to turn on her heel and just walk back.

She wasn’t supposed to be there...

Well no, that wasn’t true. After… after what had happened on Friday while she had been waiting after class, June had told her to show up at her home for some... ‘private tutoring’, as the art teacher had put it. It took her all morning just to get up the nerve to actually appear, but when she finally got off the bus and walked up to the front gate, all her summoned bravado abandoned her. She found herself standing for nearly twenty minutes at the foot of a massive brick wall with a large, iron-plated, automated gate as its front entrance. The wall seemingly loomed over Mary, standing at a solid ten feet from the ground at its lowest point. When the ground dipped and tried to sink, the wall was raised higher and evened out until the whole thing looked like it was neat and level. Every last effort had been put into making and decorating the Summers place. It demanded a sort of respect, and before she even walked inside, Mary knew it would be just as flawless and chiseled inside of the wall as it was out. It wasn’t some apartment, nor was it even a manor like the ones that Vanessa or her parents were constantly drawn to.

This was a palace to Mary, and just standing outside of it, beneath watchful gaze of the front gate’s security camera left her feeling like she shouldn’t be there. She didn’t stand for much longer, though. Once Mary registered her own feelings of fear, she snuffed them out! Her brow hardened, and her gaze locked onto the intercom beneath the camera. The creamy white button beneath it seemed to stare back at her as she approached it, but she ignored the uneasy feeling in her gut.

John, at the very least, wouldn’t have hesitated like she had... and what did that say about her? She was better than John. She couldn’t have hesitations like that. Unlike the fool that she and her friends had become familiar with ridiculing, Mary at least deserved a handsome partner, and June was by far the most handsome. Mary deserved to be there… so she pressed the button.

“Uh, Miss S- Miss June? I’m her-” Mary started as soon as the button was pressed, but she didn’t expect an answer so soon. Introducing herself was so instinctive, so natural, that it didn’t occur to her until after she had started talking that someone might not have been there to hear it. Fortunately, someone was.

“You’re late!” June’s voice snapped back before Mary could even finish her sentence, and the cheerleader jumped. She had never known the teacher to talk like that! Every encounter she had ever been in with the art teacher, and every encounter she had seen, had displayed June as the most motherly, loving person in the conversation. The teacher was normally sweet, delightful, and… certainly sumptuous but never curt. She didn’t snap at people… Truthfully, the teacher often seemed to take on the role that people needed her to take on in a relationship or a conversation. She was a truly empathic being, which is why her harsh tone didn’t make sense to Mary.

“And do not refer to me like we are old friends, Ms. Davis-Lorenzo. While you are here, you will still call me Miss Summers… or Mistress, if you should feel so inclined.” A nearby jogger spun to look at her incredulously, and Mary squeezed her legs together shyly. In the blink of an eye, she felt unexpectedly naked, despite the fact that she still had on a pair of denim blue short-shorts, a pair of simple brown sandals, and a thin red crop top. The shorts had ridden up into her crotch while she had been on the bus and now sat high on her hips, high enough that she felt like parts of her ass were hanging out of the frayed hem on the bottom of them, but she still didn’t turn away from the gate at any point. She had considered turning back or picking something different when she had seen her small outfit, but the idea of seeing her bottoms bulge with the shape of a fingering hand stuffed down the front of her pants seemed too promising to pass up. Based on what had happened on Friday too, it also seemed fairly likely, so she kept them and wrote down a note to consider buying more.

2:03 PM

More than that, she was only late by a few minutes! There was no way that her teacher hadn’t known that Mary had already been standing outside her home for nearly half an hour with how quickly she had replied. The only thing that had made sense was that June had been watching her! She had seen Mary out there and… and... and she was teasing her! She had to be outright taunting her over the idea that she might turn her away!

“You can’t be serious!” Mary hissed and only realized how angry she sounded after she had said it. It was a mistake… but she wasn’t some fool or toy for both John and June to push around, so she told June as much. “I was here! You know I was-”

“Take out a pen.” June interrupted her again. She ordered her to act, even while Mary was still trying to bark incredulously at her. “I will not be held accountable for your own inactions. You will take responsibility for your own mistakes. Take one of the pens out of that school bag you brought with you, now.” The teacher left no room for debate. When Mary tried to quirp or speak up to argue, June shut her down by repeating the exact same order until Mary had taken out a marker and held it up in her hand, plainly for the camera to see. Another jogger turned to look at her, and Mary blushed. How many people came running by that spot? Had she picked the wrong spot to stand? Surely there had to be a place or a moment where she wouldn’t have been seen.

“Good girl,” June told her, and Mary blushed harder. Damn those words. “Now take up the pen and mark down three clear, separate lines on your arm. One for snapping at me…” They were punishments, the Latina realized late. She was making her wear her own mistakes. “One for arguing with me…” Still, she marked them down as she was told, and her thighs squeezed tighter. A part of her idly wondered if her shorts had ridden up high enough for everyone to see indecency. If she were wet, would the joggers notice? “And one for being late…” Mary swallowed, and then again she opened her mouth to argue. June cut her off before she could even say anything, like she was expecting it. “Would you like to make it four?”

Mary didn’t give her the pleasure of answering her… though a darker part of her considered it.

“Good girl.” June practically chuckled the words at her again through the speaker. “Now that you know that I do not like to be kept waiting, I have a new order for you. Come greet me, properly. I want to see you in my front door within the next two minutes... or else,” she said, and the intercom squeaked as Mary realized that she let go of the microphone. Her eyes flicked over to the gate as it clanged and then groaned upon being **** to sluggishly part for her. The few seconds that passed before it was wide enough for her to get through left Mary feeling more and more anxious while the gate moved at its own pace.

When it finally was open enough for a person to slip through, Mary bolted. She skipped by everything she could in the front yard, without ever bothering to give it a thorough glance. Images of a fountain, hedges, cars, a driveway-parted lawn, a gravel path, and lascivious statues all flicked in and out of her vision as she ran up to the house. She didn’t have to go very far. As intimidating as the wall outside had been, the walk up to her teacher’s house was more… suggestive. Every last piece of art Mary could see was titillating and tasteful, angled to arouse when the sun caught it right, and the sun always caught it. Even the house itself seemed like a piece of art. It was modern and open, with large clear windows replacing some of the walls. What wasn’t replaced with a window was made of solid metal paneling that left everything smooth and was painted to be easy on the eyes. It didn’t glint painfully or reflect the light in ways that would have blinded her. It soaked in the sun and absorbed its bright rays, much like the way Mary often would to get a good tan. It was so open that at one point Mary even caught a glimpse of a large pool swishing and swirling softly in the backyard.

For a moment, Mary was worried that June had been simply teasing her with the time limit. The run up to her house was so short that the cheerleader made it there in a matter of steps, if not seconds. A whole minute hadn’t even passed before she reached the large double doors she was supposed to barge through. Yet, the door remained locked to her.

Her hands turned and twisted on the handle of the entrance for no longer than a moment, before she saw the message was nice and clear. June had given her an impossible task. Mary was not meant to be able to greet her within two minutes! It was unfair! She was being punished for nothing!

Almost hesitantly, Mary stepped to the side of entryway and peeked into one of the nearby windows, idly noting how clean it was, unlike her own home or personal bedroom. In comparison the place seemed almost flawless. Like the outside, the inside of the building was built with the common design of metal and glass panels, with multiple displays of erotic art set aside for drawing and distracting the gaze. The only main decorative difference was the large, polished marble flooring that glistened as June approached the front door.

Her teacher took her time letting Mary in, and in her mind, the cheerleader heard the powerful clacks that June’s long heels would have made with every footstep. Mary wasn’t sure if her teacher had chosen to wear the heels especially for her enjoyment or not, but she liked the decision. They made her thick, powerful legs stand endlessly tall compared to other women and let her footfalls drop harder. Each step was like a little tremor sent through Mary’s mind and June’s own body. Her breasts bounced dangerously in her outfit, threatening to escape with every subtle twitch, and her round ass jiggled in kind with it. Her whole form shook almost completely, from the simple wobble of her breasts all the way down to the small traces of fat in her thighs, and drew Mary’s eyes to linger.

The heels weren’t the only choice her raven-haired teacher had made. While her hair had been let loose and left flowing freely down her back to brush along the edge of her round ass, the rest of her body had been scarcely covered up by the presence of a single one piece bikini. Long black straps were pulled taut up across her form until they dug teasingly into the generous swell of her breasts. They didn’t hide anything, even when she somehow managed to get them to stay in place over her swollen, puffy nipples. The little buds still poked through with their full shape and size, like little prominent cherries that bulged carelessly through the cloth of her uniform. The round, pinkish brown circles around her nipples weren’t any better; they were still easily visible around the edges of the strap and just as swollen and puffy as their tips were. When the two long neck straps of her bikini finally came down past her breasts, they eventually joined together late into June’s crotch, in one dark little triangle that combined just in time for the outfit to barely cup and cover her mound. It sunk low enough into her crotch that Mary could tell that what little pubic hair her teacher had had was now gone, at least for today. It was tight against her but small enough that her sex threatened to peak out if she so much as moved or tugged on the outfit in any way. What it did manage to cover similarly bulged against the cloth. Every lip, fold, and swell of her slit was clearly defined in her puffy camel toe.

It was unlikely, but Mary could have sworn she’d seen even the little outline of a hardened clit sticking out at her near the top of the strap. It was almost high enough for the little bean to slip away and become exposed to the elements, and she stared at her even longer for it unabashedly. She wasn’t ashamed. After all, her mouth had already been down there once before.

June was excited for her, Mary told herself. Excited that Mary was actually there. Excited that-

“You’re late, again.” The door abruptly opened, and June scolded her. Mary’s cheeks flushed red, but her eyes never rose to even look her teacher in the face.

“I-” Mary started, but June didn’t let her get an excuse in. She just grabbed her by the front of her shorts and pulled her inside.

“You ran off... before I could even bother to tell you about the hidden key outside. Mark another line down on your arm,” June snapped, and with a huff, she eventually went to close the door behind them, as if she had been waiting for the girl to do that herself. “Make that two.”

“Hey!” Mary exclaimed but marked them nonetheless. There were five black lines on her arm now. It wasn’t right, Mary had stood at the gate while she had been waiting for it to open. Even if June had said anything about the key, she waited until after Mary had left to say it! She had put her in a situation where Mary was going to get punished no matter what! “That’s not f-”

“And one more for arguing.” she said, and that halted Mary’s tongue. June didn’t even wait to get started, as soon as it was marked on her arm, the teacher shoved her student against the wall and kissed her. Full lips and full breasts locked the smaller woman against the metal paneling and crushed her there, in a soft, lecherous embrace. When Mary went to squeak, June parted her lips with her tongue and tasted her. She didn’t wait for consent this time, nor did the cheerleader stop her to give it. She went to her home as a sign of consent, and they both knew it, so June just took her mouth again. When Mary went to groan, June moved, the tips of their noses brushed together, and the older woman gently rubbed against her. Her giant breasts rolled across and enveloped Mary’s smaller chest, and her dextrous tongue might as well have filled her mouth. Whenever Mary tried to kiss her back, June stopped her. She simply pinned her tongue in place by pushing it down, back, or to the side while she explored her new toy. She pulled and tugged on Mary’s lips like they were there for her to ****, holding her mouth wide and open until Mary realized that she had drool rolling down her own chin and dripping onto their chests.

Both of Mary’s inverted nipples came out before she realized it. By the time that June had stepped away, she had already gotten lost in the tingling she felt in her chest when June squeezed and crushed them into her own cleavage. They stabbed and tented the front of her shirt and stood so puffy and hard that when she turned she could feel the cloth dragging against her. She became so lost that her book bag even slipped out of her grasp and hit the floor beside her with a heavy, noisy thud.

“That’s three more,” June said and giggled when Mary failed to look at her again. When she could finally open her gaze back up again, she found that it was still stuck on her teacher’s body. She couldn’t look her in the eyes; there were too many other things for her to look at. “One for dropping your bag on my floor, one for drooling on my floor, and one for making me go to you to get my proper greeting. Next time you won’t make that mistake. Now put the bag in the closet.”

It took a couple of minutes for Mary’s mind to catch back up. She felt woozy and lightheaded after the kiss and only remembered to wipe her chin clean after her bag was in the closet. June led her further into the house, showing her around for a brief time, pointing out the kitchen, the winerack, more perverse art pieces, the dining table, and so much more. Yet, Mary barely even bothered to remember any of that stuff. She was so focused on drawing lines on her arm when she was told to and watching the way that her teacher’s butt swayed when she walked that she didn’t truly listen until June started appraising her own outfit with her eyes… or judging it. Based on the harsh look on June’s face, Mary assumed that she didn’t like it and suppressed the urge to pout.

“Take it off.” There wasn’t much of a judgement for Mary to listen to when June spoke. Her commands were fairly simple, and yet it was still too quick. Mary wasn’t a virgin, she had had boyfriends in the past. Normally, she demanded foreplay though, at least of some kind. There was no kissing, no groping… no hands down her shorts. The only person who had been able to do that successfully was John, and they hadn’t actually even slept together. If anything, all John did was foreplay.

“No,” she hissed back and watched June cock an eyebrow at her. She didn’t even have to say it, Mary just marked another line down on her arm. It wasn’t even that bad of a punishment, embarrassing sure, but there were no other people around to see her humiliation. The bad part was in how June had completely skipped over her outfit like it wasn’t good enough.

“Are you changing your mind?” the teacher asked and Mary shook her head.

“No, I’m just-”

“Then you are in my house, and while here, you will wear the outfit that I pick,” June said and Mary froze. “Take that off... and then go put on the one placed on the coffee table.”

Mary considered arguing with her again. She thought about telling her off or saying something rude to her like she did with the other people at school, but she wasn’t even sure if it would have worked. June had a way of… disarming her when she spoke. She could do that to everyone. More than that, in some minor way she was also intrigued at the idea of seeing what June had picked out for her. She didn’t know if it was something she was allowed to keep after everything was finished, like a gift, or just wear the once for the teacher, but after seeing the long, ridiculous heels on the top of the coffee table and the various, expensive, skimpy swimsuits laid out on the couch, she decided it didn’t really matter. The outfits, while suggestive and… slutty, weren’t all that bad. The problem was that June snapped at her again when Mary picked one of them up.

“Not the stuff on the couch. That’s mine; I’ll let you put them away later. Your stuff…” she paused and strode over besides Mary. With a single manicured hand, June plucked the heels up off the nearby table and shoved them into her chest. “... is on the coffee table. Only those. When you’re done changing out of this, pour me a glass of the champagne and join me out back.” Mary’s cheeks ran red again as June idly thumbed the hem of her crop top with one hand. She could see herself burning up in the reflection of the large transparent windows, and it only made her blush even harder. What June was asking was preposterous! She was completely visible! If anyone had even bothered to look up and over her massive wall, they would have seen her changing or worse, walking around in only a pair of heels at the behest of another person! If the people at school heard that she had done something so… explicit…

Mary shuddered at the thought of the impending Ashcroft gossip and rude comments.

“No, June!” she snapped again, put the heels back on the table, and then immediately uncapped her marker. Again, more lines were written across her arm. One for arguing, one for refusing to be her maid and serve her wine, and one for calling her by her first name! Then she drew it a couple more times just because Mary wasn’t scared of some lines written on her arm! When June stepped aside to offer her the door again, Mary shook her head again stubbornly. “I…” she swallowed, forcing herself to say the words, at least once. “I want to be here... but I’m not going to just walk around like one of those cheap whores you have drawn and painted on your walls! I can’t! I-”

She was interrupted when June’s hand abruptly reached… and smacked hard across the swell of Mary’s perky ass. Her round, firm butt burned at the sudden clapping touch of another person, and then the house fell silent. The only real noise that could be heard came from when Mary squeaked at the sudden stinging in her behind and jumped away from the teacher, silent as a grave. They stood at odds for a long, hard minute, waiting for another remark to be made on either side, but no one spoke. Still, Mary couldn’t bring herself to look June in the eyes.

“How many lines do you have on your arm?” June cocked another eyebrow at her and then took her by one of her wrists over to the coffee table.

24.

“Sixteen.” she lied, and June’s face hardened. She had been counting. Mary swallowed suddenly; her heart felt like it had stopped in her chest, and it didn’t get any better when June suddenly bent her over the nearby coffee table. Her new heels clacked on the glass surface in front of her face as she was shoved against the table, and with a little turn from her teacher, Mary watched in the window reflection as June pulled something out of a nearby shopping bag. Her face blanched, and she froze as her teacher turned the fresh spanking paddle she had bought in her hands appreciatively.

“I believe it’s actually twenty-five total, counting the ones that you added yourself,” June giggled, and Mary almost bolted again. Her mouth became so incredibly dry after that, and the decision to run became almost all she could think about… but she grabbed onto the table. She could see the small leather cushion that the paddle had on one side, and a part of her knew that because of that it wouldn’t be so bad, but still, her butt was already starting to hurt with regret. She had made a mistake and let June know that while the teacher ran her other hand over her bottom.

It was just a mistake, a simple error in time. It wasn’t like she had known that would happen. She wouldn’t let it happen agai-

June cooed a simple interruption at her. She didn’t bother raising her voice or using harsh words; merely speaking her name was enough to make Mary stop. Her gentle, soft, rubbing hands quelled what fear they could as she prepared her for the first one, and then it happened, just as quickly as Mary had been expecting it to be. It was just a quick swat across her left cheek, hard enough to make her jump and jiggle but not hard enough to sting… yet. The table jerked and scooted forward an inch while her new high heels shook in place. Mary whimpered, but again… June rubbed her butt to try and quell her rampant emotions. Her heart felt like it was in her throat, and she had to remind herself to grip the table tighter, but eventually… the next strike came.

Again, it was just as soft as the last. She could hear the paddle clapping throughout the house and knew that if the home had been big enough, it might have echoed. Even going easy on her, Mary still squeaked and cried out like an animal in fear. Her eyes ran wide, and after each stroke, she turned back to look at June while she groped and squeezed her butt like she could rub the violation out of her. She watched the raven-haired seductress like a hawk at long last, frozen and scared enough to finally meet her eyes and silently plead… but each strike made her less scared.

She grew to trust June, after each strike, and soon she started to push back against her. Her butt met her roaming hands with trembling excitement and swayed into her grip whenever she could bring it to. She started craving the way June would pull her back towards her by her toned cheeks and spread her like parting her legs or her ass might show her something intimate… even with the shorts in the way. Eventually, she even started to try to meet the paddle too. Her eyes grew lidded and heavy as she dampened the denim between her legs and locked onto the gaze of her teacher in the reflection. June had to admonish her once, and only once, for letting go of the table, but Mary was proud of that. She learned to keep herself obedient and still for her punishment as much as she could.

It wasn’t until June asked her how many spanking that was that she learned how bad the punishment was though. She tried to answer her, tried to guess at least, but June wasn’t happy with the answer she gave. With a glare that… seemed almost gleeful, June told her how wrong she was.

“I haven’t heard you counting…” she said with a giggle and squeezed one of her cheeks harder. Her days cheerleading hadn’t left her soft or pliant; her ass was toned and firm beneath her teacher’s hand. She could take the **** and giggled just that back at the lovely Miss Summers. “I’m sure… As I can tell, though, we haven’t even reached one, yet,” June said and stole away Mary’s smile. “You’re supposed to be counting.”

Again, she spanked her, harder this time, and when Mary felt the paddle’s stinging bite… she still reacted the same. She called out and thrust back the sudden spanking, drenching her crotch with her sweet juices and surprising herself with how much she savored the moment, pain and all. Her teacher soothed her once more, and to her own surprise, Mary counted and learned her lesson faster than she expected.

“O-one.” She was already stammering after the first real strike hit her and was immediately reduced to the point where she struggled to meet her teacher’s gaze, but… she tried. It was her punishment, and she was suddenly determined to take it. “T-two.” It was like her cheeks were sizzling, they were so warm. When her teacher touched her, she could feel her fingers flexing at the heat, gripping her harder and harder until Mary didn’t want her to let go. Thankfully, June never missed. If Mary made another mistake or called her by her name accidentally, she aimed a little lower, but she didn’t miss. The lower strikes burned against her. Her thighs weren’t as ample or tough as the cushioning on her bum, so even the littlest pat against such sensitive flesh sent the table screeching forward again. She even managed to knock over one of the heels with how hard she jumped against it.

Eventually, something as simple as counting got hard for the little Latina. She tried to keep track, tried to list every number, but halfway through, June just yanked down her shorts growling, “I told you to take these off.” Without the cloth in the way, suddenly everything got a little rougher. The licks of the paddle dug into her more, June’s fingers traveled lower and began to tug playfully at the lips of her cunt, and even the wetness that had been permeating her bottoms began to trail down and coat her thighs. The paddle grew damp and... a little vicious with the wet leather, but the pain grew blurry in her mind, drowned by the wonderful ways that the act made her core burn and itch.

“...23.” It took a while to get there. By that point, there were long pauses between the times when she said each number, long enough that June had to repeat the strike just to hear her. She even had to redo a few when she forgot her place or accidentally skipped one. Yet, doing it all again wasn’t… it wasn’t so bad. “...24.” Her ass felt sore by that point, and when June had started kissing it, she lost control of her hips. She began gently rolling them and thrusting in place at some imaginary, phallic invader or arching her ass up into a meatier target. She even became half-tempted to beg for the other end of that paddle just so the invader wasn’t so fictional. Anything, any feeling would have helped as long as she could hold onto it for longer than a second.

The last strike hit her sorely, square on her pussy to try and help send her over the edge… or to tease her more. It hurt, without a doubt, and Mary screamed because of it, but it didn’t do it. She hovered there for a moment, back arched in the air and trembling from the little shocks that the paddle had sent tingling all the way down to her toes, but she couldn’t go further. Her head spun around wildly, twisting to meet June’s eyes for a moment, to plead for more as if the smallest touch might help, painful or not. She had always tried to rub the soreness out of her in the past, why not that time?

Except June did nothing. Mary waited… and waited, whimpering and tugging at her lower lip in dismay, but nothing came. A part of her thought about letting go of the table to take care of it herself, but her hands did not listen when she considered it. She was even half tempted to not even count it, just to get another strike like that.

“25.” In the end, her obedience won out though. She said it, almost resentfully, and nearly cried when June dropped the paddle. Her eyes fell to the ground sadly, like she was pouting or sorry for the mistakes she had made, sorry that she didn’t get to be spanked some more, and then June leaned forward and kissed her again. She pulled the smaller woman up into her lap and pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger. Mary’s legs locked up. She was frozen in place from the waist down while two more fingers abruptly penetrated her… and then curled inside her.

The smallest touch against her core reduced Mary to liquid. She melted like a puddle in June’s arms, falling slack against her and leaning into her teacher’s pillowy breasts while the seductress pulled a torrent of liquid out of her. She squirted, sticky, clear, and wet, all over the front of her Mistress’s crotch. It rushed out of her like a waterfall, building and releasing all at the same time in a flow so powerful that it made her thighs shake and tremble. Her eyes rolled up, her toes curled, and she tried to kiss June back, careless of how sloppy her technique might have been or how she accidentally fought back when she tried to pin her tongue down again.

All the while, June just held her there… almost lovingly with one arm wrapped around the small of her back to keep her from falling. Her other hand curled and stroked its slender digits harder and harder inside of her, while she expertly twisted and rubbed her clit. She rewarded her obedience with skill, and all the while, Mary stayed open for her… for as long as June kept her there, until finally it felt like too long. The pulsing sprays dripping from her teacher’s hand got weaker and weaker, while Mary got painfully sensitive. She thought to jerk away, but her thighs only gripped June harder. She was already close for a second time, and she nearly screamed her muffled warning into her teacher’s lips, but June didn’t wait or let her recover.

She simply finished her off and then left her shaking and soaking into cushions of her couch. With a little smile, she stood from Mary’s weak grip and watched for a mere second while the other girl rode her pleasure out a second time. Her thighs were soaked from Mary’s own orgasm and slid together like they had been freshly oiled for the day, but she didn’t shy away from tasting it. If anything, she reveled in the depravity.

“If you still want to wear that when you can stand back up, then be a dear and at least pour me a drink before you come outside.” One of her orders was still in place. “Otherwise, you can put on your new shoes and, If you decide you want to try being a good girl again…” Those words made Mary jerk abruptly, and it was like it started all over again. June had to wait until the poor girl finished crying out and clawing at the couch to make sure she heard the last bit of her sentence, and even then she wasn’t certain. “... then bring me my favorite toy. You should be able to recognize it pretty easily. It’s the big one upstairs, bright pink, and it vibrates. It’s already in its straps, so it won’t be too hard for you to place it on me.” With that said, she walked to the backdoor and stood before the pool.

“If you’re really good, I might even let you lick me clean. Otherwise, bring the pen with you again.”