he eases up for a moment

BIGMAN07: hahaha that was awesome! Well done. I could spend all night having you put various household items up your ass. How would you like that?

Tanya got up from her whisking to read this message. The whisk was still in her ass, and egg yolk was sliding off of it. Some part of her worried about dripping egg yolk onto the shag carpeting of the house she was staying at. But she had other things on her mind at the time. She didn't want mention it and somehow inspire some worse ideas.

TANYAZ:Please don't. You've had your fun. Let me dress now.

BIGMAN07: Now now, that wouldn't be any fun now would it. But tell you what, since your blushing so brightly I'll let you cover yourself up with that blanket back there on the couch until I think of what to do next.

Tanya was grateful to wrap the blanket around her, feeling less exposed than she had in awhile. She was even kind of hoping that the parents would come home early. She could probably explain this away with minimal embarrassment and go home then. Much better than if she was caught naked.

It seemed like forever before he typed again.

BIGMAN07: Am I on a laptop or desktop computer? I think you said before, but I forget.

TANYAZ: Laptop.

BIGMAN07: Ok, well first off, I want you to pick up that pacifier I see on the ground, no cleaning it off either. Just stick it in your mouth. Then tie your hair into pigtails, it's been blocking my view of your tits for far too long. Then I'll let you take the whisk out. See how nice I am! After that... I don't see much else in this room to inspire me so I'll let you take your pick. We can go into the parents room, the older brother whose "out" for the evening, or one of the sleeping kids rooms. Your pick.

The pacifier tasted nasty, a combination of plastic and baby spit. Putting her hair in pigtails took no time, although as she saw her image in the laptop she looked ridiculous. Her large breasts making any attempt at a baby look seem ludicrous.

As to which room... she clearly didn't want to go into the children's rooms, but she couldn't decide which would be worse. The parents room seemed more sacred, like it was off limits, but a teenage boys room was apt to have more stuff strewn on the floor for him to see with the camera.