“You didn’t say not to,” Heather quickly tossed back, angry at herself for feeling embarrassment over something she enjoyed and angry at Rebecca for her controlling ways.
The older, curvier woman inclined her head to the side. “True.”
“You promised you wouldn’t interrupt,” Nick said to his wife, alluding to an earlier pledge Heather had not witnessed.
“I’m not interfering, I’m watching. And as we agreed, you can do anything you want at all with her, but you have to do it in this house.” Rebecca smirked and went to the opposite side of the room to pull the toy box out from underneath the bed. She pulled out a vibrator and looked over at Heather who was still on her knees in front of Nick. “Are you going to f**k her?” she asked. “The timer is running.”
“No, it’s not,” Heather answered be
