Cara did more drawing while I washed dishes, though she wouldn’t show me what she was working on. I’d never quite finished cleaning her house last week, so I found a few more things to tidy. I doubted the house had been so clean since it was new. Before I finished, Cara came up behind me and laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned to her. Both her hands were behind her back and she smiled shyly, twisting slightly from side to side.
“Yes?”
She brought out a buttplug and a bottle of lube from behind her. “You,” she said. “Clothes off. Bend over.”
What could I do but obey?
It had been a week, but the strangeness of having something like that in my ass would never go away. She kissed me hungrily while I was still bent over. Once it was in, she flashed 10 fingers at me twice.
Twenty mi
