Shock

Ms. Tutwieler looked down and noticed she was wearing a hot pink bikini that showed a lot of her boobs, and the bottoms were cut very high on the thigh. She shrieked and dropped the bucket and the sponge and ran for her front door.

"Damn!" said Peter. He wrote again. Ms. Tutwiler knows I saw her in that bikini, and it really turns her on. She loves it when guys my age ogle her, and she especially loves flashing her tits at us. She is very submissive when it comes to sex, and loves having guys spray cum on her face and tits. She must obey me.

Peter thought. All people must obey me, and all people believe whatever I say.

No one can write in this book except for me, and no one will notice this book except for me. No one will touch this book except for me.

"Wonder if all that will work," he muttered.

Peter put the book under a rocking chair on the porch. He stood up, shifted the boner in his jeans, and walked across the street. He knocked on Ms. Tutwieler's door.

A few moments later, Ms. Tutwieler, now wearing a bathrobe over her bikini, opened the door. "Yes."

"I saw you showing off your body, and I could tell you really need to give me a titty-fuck and have me cum all over your tits."

Ms. Tutwielr took a deep breath, blushed, and nodded. "Come in."