Have you been a good girl?”
Jacob was waiting for her in his room, on Friday night, when Emily arrived home. He was wearing tight fitting black jeans and a black t-shirt that revealed his muscled arms and sculpted torso. She knew he was fit, but damn he was far more ripped than she’d expected.
They met in the doorway, his body blocking the entrance. What would the neighbors think if they saw? Would they notice that her shirt was a bit tighter, her skirt a lot shorter than usual? Could they see her red lipstick, the hungry look in her eyes?
Emily had dutifully worn the buttplug every night of the week. She quickly developed a ritual of reading smut on her k****e with one hand in her panties until she couldn’t take it anymore. Then she’d roll over onto her back, hug her knees to her chest
