Chapter 8 by Coy-toy

Do you spill?

Spill

Just as you are about to reach the table, to your horro you seem to trip over nothing, the milk half spilling onto the floor before you can stop it. You still put the half filled glass directly in the wooden table, as Karen says with a scowl “ugh! So useless, do you make a mess wherever you go?”

She quickly stands, her robe falling open and flashing her amazing body as she defends on you. Her manicured hands grab the back of your neck as she pushes your head next to the half empty glass. “You’re leaving a ring! Not to mention the giant mess in the floor. Now prove you can learn by cleaning this up! Now!”

You pause, mind in a panic and unsure what to do with her pinning you lick this, her barely clad body up against you. “Are you stupid too! Lick it up!”