Chapter Three
In the morning I waited eagerly to see what the outcome would be. Would I get my reward for being a good boy? True, she hadn’t made a definite promise, but the signs were encouraging. As it turned out, I received a lesson in how things were changing, how the balance of power was shifting. I heard the front door close and then the sound of her footsteps coming towards the spare room. I lay in bed, naked, waiting. The door opened and she came in, looking very pretty, freshly showered, wearing a pair of crisp white shorts, disturbingly tight around her crotch, and a red t-shirt which pulled tightly enough across her chest to make it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had a pair of tennis shoes on and some white cotton socks. As always these days, my c**k was hard.
She
