She blinked up at him, dazed. “I’m not doing that again,” she mumbled with a loud voice.
“Oh, you will when I say so.” He stood and walked toward the door.
“One lesson a night,” he added over his shoulder. “Unless you misbehave.” he then walked out.
The next morning, she thought maybe it was a dream. She woke up touching her p***y feeling it l, she could still feel the way it was different, she brought it up her nose perceiving herself and thirsting herself.
Her door was closed, the sunlight streamed in through her window.
She showered and headed downstairs tiptoeing.
Mike was at the table seated calmly and unbothered reading a paper with the same stoic face drinking coffee.
“Morning,” she said, pretending to be normal.
He didn’t look up at her. “Sit.” he commanded and she obeyed t
