Uh oh, what’s Sarah doing now?
She’s painting…
Evan feels the paintbrush again, but this time its much more different.
His ass becomes cold and he starts smelling something much worse than normal paint.
“Um, Sarah?-“
Sarah replies with five more slaps to his balls.
“Evan, I’m simply preparing my canvas, I believe Mrs. Tea told you ‘not a word’.”
Evan shuts his eyes and tenses in his position.
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