An authoritative and strict figure, given her role as a teacher. She has a stern appearance, with sharp features and a firm gaze that can easily intimidate her students. Her attire is formal, reflecting her professional status. As for her personality, she is unforgiving and harsh in implementing discipline. She's willing to go to extreme measures when it comes to enforcing rules and punishing those who break them. While she may see these methods as necessary for maintaining order, they also reveal a cruel side of her character.

Lily couldn't really handle the pain. The spanks were coming fast and hard, causing her bum to quickly change to red. Soon, she felt her inner thighs getting slapped and started to flinch from the strikes even more.

Once it was finally over, she started to breathe deeply. She thought it was the end, but her teacher gave her another command, and upon mention of the ruler, she quickly shook her head. "N-no, please Miss Derby. I already said I wouldn't lie to you." However, even though she said it, she knew that wasn't true: everyone needs to lie sometimes. She just didn't want to feel the ruler spanking her.

An extra-hard smack landed across both cheeks at that. "Are you still arguing and disobeying me?"

A burst of three slaps to the left buttock followed. "After what we've just said?" Then a set of three to the right bottom cheek. "You already earned the ruler just by cheating. You're not getting away from it."

Still going for very hard smacks, she went for a left-right pattern of six more, then one last smack that bridged across both. And then she started to lift Lily up herself: one arm hooked under her chest and armpits, and the other hand hooking a finger into her vagina. Thanks to the little girl being so small and light, she actually could lift her up that way, so she carried Lily over to the desk. "Now you can either get into position for this, or I'll flip you over and use the ruler to spank your front side."

Lily yelped out loud again when she felt both of her cheeks get spanked hard. More came as she continued to be spanked and listened to her teacher. After hearing she had already earned the ruler, she shook her head. "N-no I didn't do anything to deserve the ruler."

She then felt more smacks and a finger hooking into her privates, causing her to moan before she started to wiggle around trying to get free. "P-please don't miss Derby I promise I won't lie anymore. I-I don't want to get the ruler."

However, Miss Derby clearly wasn't interested in accepting the apologies or promises. Lily didn't seem to be getting into position as told, so that meant there was only one thing left to do, one thing she wasn't originally planning to do but had threatened. So she put one hand on Lily's side, and the other hand grabbed a leg, and she just rolled the girl onto her back, with her sore bottom touching the desk.

"It's too late to apologize, and when you lie like that, I can't believe you when you promise to behave. Lots of little boys and girls make promises just to get out of a spanking, but don't really behave unless they get the proper punishment!" She then picked the ruler up with her right hand, and used her left arm to scoop Lily's legs up and pull them back so the girl's knees were almost touching her own face. Her bottom was slightly raised and pointed out, and everything else was showing as well.

"So here's what is going to happen. I'm going to smack your front side until you apologize for disobeying me, and ask me to please spank your bottom very hard with the ruler." So saying, she started to do just that. She slammed the ruler down onto Lily's pussy, flattening her vulva and covering her slit. She then reached back, paused for one second, and gave another, right to the same spot. And again, she gave a little pause, waiting for the girl to speak...

Lily continued to try and get herself free, and once she was lying on her back and her sore bottom was pressed against the desk, she tensed up again. After hearing what her teacher said, she shook her head again. "N-no I'll be good, Miss Derby I'm a good girl."

She then felt her legs getting raised, revealing herself to her classmates again, and listened to her teacher again. "W-what I can't do that. I-I don't want to say things like that." Soon after she finished talking, she felt the ruler slam down on her private, making her yelp but also gave her a strange feeling as well. She felt it hit the same spot again, causing her to yelp again. Once her teacher paused, she realized she was supposed to speak. "P-please stop, Miss Derby I'm sorry I won't do it again. P-please stop. I'll be a perfect girl, please."

The teacher—quickly showing herself to be capable of great meanness after all—shook her head at that. That clearly wasn't what she wanted to hear, so she gave another hard smack of the ruler exactly where it had hit every time so far, making Lily's little crotch more red and more puffy and swollen. "No, that isn't what I asked you to say, is it?"

Another smack landed there. Already, all the skin was looking a deep magenta—it was a question of whether next it would start to bruise and go purple and blue, or start turning red raw, or swell more into a shiny red. And if the little girl didn't do as she was told, then quite possibly everyone was going to find out which would happen. "Now, are you going to do as you were told? Are you going to ask me to spank your bottom hard with the ruler? Because if you don't, you're going to get even more smacks here on your front."

Lily yelled out again as her private continued to be spanked by the ruler. It was starting to hurt a lot; her crotch was starting to get puffy and swell up, and she didn't know what to do. After hearing what her teacher said, she knew what she had to say to her to stop.

Before she could, however, she received a final spank on her private, letting out her last yelp before she started to beg. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Derby I'm a terrible girl p-please spank my bottom hard with the ruler. I-I deserve it."

Miss Derby stopped as soon as she heard the words. She let go of Lily's legs and gave her sore crotch a little rub and squeeze, feeling how puffy and warm it was thanks to the hard spanking. "All right. But you need to get into the proper position for it now. Roll over onto your front, and pull your knees up under your tummy. Keep your head down to the desk, then lift your bottom up in the air, before spreading your legs nice and wide. And then you'll be ready so I can spank your bare bottom red raw."

Lily couldn't help but twitch as her teacher rubbed and squeezed her puffy crotch but was relieved that it was finally over. After hearing what her teacher said, she nodded. "Yes, Miss Derby."

She then did as she was told, and once in position, she spread her legs and braced herself for her spankings. She didn't know how long she was going to have to take it or how many spankings she was going to receive. All she could hope was that the principal was more forgiving when she went to him.

"Much better. Now I want you to know, I am very tempted to give you ten smacks for each act of naughtiness today. The cheating, lying to me TWICE, disobeying me twice... that would be fifty smacks if I did that." She paused, letting that sink in. They both knew that Lily's bottom would be dark red after a spanking like that.

"But lucky for you, I have decided to be a bit nicer. Instead, we'll just see how many you need. And I will decide that. I'm hoping you won't even need ten, but we're probably looking at up to twenty. I'll watch your bottom as we go, and see how well you behave if you keep in position." And after saying so, she stepped in and swung the ruler hard, slamming it against both buttocks with a loud crack that echoed through the room. For a moment, Lily's bottom flattened out, then bounced and rippled from the impact. It even made that stripe numb for a few seconds, then tingling, before the pain started to rush in and the skin turned a deeper pink than the surrounding area. Where the edges of the ruler bit in, there were proper red marks. And that was just the first smack!

Lily's body froze when she heard that she might be receiving fifty spanks. She couldn't even imagine how much that would hurt and how red her bottom would be. However, her hope was restored after hearing her teacher start speaking again.

After hearing that the amount of spanks was based on how well she behaved, she braced herself harder so that she didn't move from the position. However, she couldn't prepare herself for the pain when the ruler finally struck her. Her bottom was already sensitive from the previous spankings, only adding to how much it hurt.

After letting out her loudest yelp yet, she moved her hands and grasped the edge of the desk for support. This was just the first smack, and she wanted to move already, but if she moved, it probably meant one more spank, so she was trying her best.

The first one wasn't even the worst—it wasn't an extra hard one to scare her. Instead, it turned out to be the normal strength for the smacks that Miss Derby had planned, as when Lily steadied herself and seemed ready for the next, the harsh teacher measured out three more smacks across her little bottom. They were all just as hard as the first one, and soon, almost her entire backside had felt the impact of the ruler.

The only good news was that while it hurt—quite a lot!—it was just a ruler. It didn't cut into her bottom, it didn't have holes to make the impact worse. And indeed, it was probably going to make her feel sore, but it would sort of numb her to future spankings. At least, for a little while. So if the principal also wanted to spank her, well, maybe she wouldn't feel it quite so bad.

Then the fifth smack landed, this time hitting almost the same spot as the first one, making the pain almost double there!

Lily stayed steady until she felt the next three smacks, letting out three more loud yelps. The pain was almost unbearable, but she knew she had to stay still or it would be worse, so she just started to cry and hold the table tighter.

Soon a fifth smack came, and it was harder than the previous ones, making her flinch forward as it struck her. There were countless tears in her eyes now, and she didn't know what to say. She just wanted it to be over, so she forced her own body back into position for any remaining spanks.

The rest were still quite bad, but somehow, after the shock of the first few, it just wasn't quite as torturous afterwards. In the end, she only gave five more, still spreading the smacks out with a few seconds of delay and trying not to cover the same area too many times. Of course, that was hard, with a little eight-year-old bottom as her target.

But in the end, it was done—a total of ten smacks of the ruler after that long hand spanking. "There. You held on, so you didn't get any extras. Now this is normally where you would be sent to stand in the corner. But that isn't going to be embarrassing enough, considering all that. Even leaving you in position here, kneeling so everyone can see your bottom hole and the back of your girl parts, won't be enough."

Miss Derby picked Lily up and walked back to the chair at the front of class. She then sat down and settled the girl onto her lap, hugging her from behind and slowly moving Lily's legs out to the sides. "So instead, here is what we will do. This is something we usually save for the bigger boys and girls when they are naughty and need to be embarrassed, but I think it can work on you. Reach down here with your hands..."

The teacher prodded at Lily's cleft with both hands. She slid one finger slightly into her slit and tapped the girl's clit with the other hand. "Slide some of your fingers up inside you here, and also rub this little bump. Keep doing it, and it will start to feel funny and even nice. Then keep going, and I'll know when you're ready to stop."

Lily didn't feel as much pain from the last five smacks, but her grip never loosened up so that she didn't move away from the spot, and before she knew it, the spanking was over, and her teacher was talking to her again.

After the talking was over, and she was now sitting in Derby's lap with her legs spread, she blushed and looked at her teacher's hands confused as they moved closer to her privates. A few small moans started to escape her mouth as the teacher demonstrated.

Once she was told to do it, she nodded and didn't hesitate to imitate what the teacher had shown her, causing her to continue to moan out softly. Of course, she didn't want to touch her private area in front of her class, but this at least felt nicer than it being smashed by the ruler.

"Yes, that's right, just like that. Keep going..." Miss Derby kept saying encouraging things to Lily, whispering to her to help her continue. But every now and then, she still reminded her to look forward and see the entire class there, who could all see her playing with her sore red pussy. A few times, she reached around and gave Lily's nipple a little pinch, or reached down to stroke her thighs and keep her little lips open. Just constant attention so the girl couldn't zone out and forget her surroundings.

Lily continued to enjoy herself, trying her best to forget that anyone was around, but her teacher kept touching her in multiple different locations, keeping her aware of her surroundings and making her unable to stop the embarrassment she was feeling. How much longer did she need to do this, why was the school allowing her to do this? Despite how much she wanted to protest, she kept her words to herself and continued to do as her teacher told her to.

Eventually, Miss Derby decided there had been enough entertainment there. Even after gently blowing against Lily's ear and neck, and sliding a finger underneath her to tease her bottom hole, it looked like the girl wasn't going to have a wild orgasm. Of course, at her age, it might just "feel good" for a while, and not be the visual display of older students. So the performance lasted a few minutes, but she ended up deciding it was enough. "Okay, you can stand up now."

After saying so, she lifted Lily to her feet, then fetched some of the girl's clothes for her—everything except her skirt and underwear. "You can put these back on now, and I'll just write you a note to take to the headmaster. And I'll be talking with him later, so it's no use just walking off and hiding for a while."

Lily was relieved when she finally was allowed to stop. She didn't know why but what she was doing felt nice, but she didn't want to do things like that in front of the class. So she just forgot about it and stood up when she was told she was allowed.

Once she had her clothes back, she put what she had got back on and then used her hands to cover her lower half. After hearing the teacher, she nodded. "OK I'll go there, don't worry, Miss Derby I learned my lesson." Of course, she was still worried as to what was going to happen in the principal's office, but she would have to wait until she got there.

Miss Derby wrote the note out, and made sure to be quite detailed—she explained everything that Lily did, as well as the punishments already given and the ones that would happen the next day. After that, she signed it, folded it in half, and then used a piece of tape to ''seal'' it like that. "All right, I expect you to carry this to the office and not open it or throw it away. And also, you need to hold it up higher than your waist—your lower body is on display as part of your punishment, so you're not allowed to cover up. Off you go, now."

Lily watched as the note was written, and once she had her orders, she opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it. "Y-yes, Miss Derby." She took the note and held it up to her tummy with both of her hands fully revealing her bright red bum and still slightly puffy privates before she left the room.

Once she was in the hall, she didn't take any extra time and rushed to the office as fast as she could to avoid being seen for too long. Once she had arrived, she looked down at the letter, tempted to open it and see what was going to happen, but restrained herself and just walked in.

"U-um excuse me. M-miss Derby send me here with this letter." Closing the door behind her, she moved over and put the letter on the desk, standing as close as she could to it to hide her lower half, waiting for her principal to read it and do something.

Satisfied with the punishment she had administered, Miss Derby watched as Lily scurried out of her classroom. She leaned back in her chair, letting out a sigh. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the soft whispers of students exchanging thoughts on what they had just witnessed. "Class," she finally spoke up, drawing their attention to herself once again. "Let this be a lesson to all of you about honesty and obedience." Her gaze swept over them sternly before she turned to the blackboard to resume her lesson, leaving behind any lingering thoughts about Lily.


A vampire with an intimidating presence, characterized by sharp fangs and a gaze that's hard to meet. He owns a tattoo shop, which hints he he has tattoos himself, and an alternative or edgy appearance. He is stoic and reserved, often choosing silence over unnecessary words. Despite his seemingly cold exterior, he shows unexpected kindness and concern for Gale, hinting at a softer side beneath his tough facade. His ability to lie convincingly about being Gale's husband indicates quick thinking and adaptability.

At the thanks, Nyn just gave a short nod, still looking over by the wall, unwilling to look at the weakened form in the bed in front of him. Even though he had been cleaned after the surgery, the scent of cinnamon and metal still drifted over to him, intoxicating and heady. Not for the first time, he took a deep breath as his mouth salivated. He had always wanted to try sylph blood but wasn't going to pay $500 dollars for it. Not when he had a business to run.

His face twisted up slightly at Gale bringing up how he had gotten visitation rights. The sylph hit it right on the nose, he had lied and said he was his husband, even going so far as to say that's why Gale ended up in his shop when injured. The nurses had bought it, or at least didn't care enough to argue. "Nyn," he replied, finally looking back over at him, a bit of a smile crossing his face at the admittance of Gale's name being a pun. Just enough for a flash of fang.

That little flash of fang piqued Gale's interest, as did the bobbing of Nyn's throat as his swallowed hard. A vampire, then. And it looked like Nyn was hungry. Sylph blood was notoriously expensive, revered for its scent, taste, and alcoholic properties. Gale liked to donate for some extra cash now and then, but it took a lot out of him. Watching Nyn squirm a bit now was giving Gale an idea.

"Well, Nyn. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, but thank you for sitting with me until I woke up. And thank you for everything else," Gale murmured, nestling his head back down into his pillow. "You don't have to stay. I don't know why I stumbled into your shop the way I did. I think after everything that happened, I just went looking for my wallet but all I could find was the card with your shop name on it. My friend gave it to me two days ago. It was close, so I think I was just looking for help but got confused along the way."

"I'm surprised you remember anything about that..." Nyn replied, his voice dropping a bit lower as well. Though Gale said he didn't have to stay, he made no move to get up and leave, he just continued looking at a blank patch of wall. He should leave. He really should leave. But Gale's scent and a feeling of worry for another person he hadn't felt in a long time kept him rooted to the spot for the time being. Plus it would seem weird for Gale's 'husband' not to spend as much time as he could with him, right? Right. Such a piss poor excuse but it was the only one he had.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, looking back over at him for a moment. He didn't know when the last time Gale ate was. Did sylphs even eat... human food? If they didn't, what did they eat? Did the hospital even serve that, then?

Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position took some effort, and it wasn't without pain. The place where his wing was reattached ached so fiercely he fumbled around a moment, looking for whatever was pumping painkillers into him. After a moment he found a little remote stuck onto the bed railing and hit that, and he watched the dripping in one of his IVs increase. It took Gale a moment to realize Nyn had asked him a question. "Uh. Thirsty. My throat hurts a bit." Gale had screamed himself hoarse. He couldn't imagine eating anything at the moment, but he'd kill for a cool glass of water.

"You really don't have to stay," Gale insisted, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't know how long I've been out, but surely this is disrupting your day? You've already done so much to help me." The thought of Nyn leaving gave Gale a different sort of pain, a sharp ache in his chest. He didn't really want to be alone. He didn't have many friends, and none of them knew what had happened. Nyn was all he had until he could get to a phone. And even then, Nyn had dealt with the assholes. Gale wasn't ready to see him leave, but if the vampire had a life to get back to then he didn't want to be the reason Nyn couldn't.

Nyn just shrugged as Gale tried to press further into the reasonings why he wasn't leaving. He didn't really know himself, and anyway he didn't really feel the need to explain, even if he did know. Unless Gale outright asked him to leave, he was going to stay here. "Water, then," he said, shifting to stand and heading to the door of the room, catching the attention of a nurse. It was only a few moments before he returned into the room, one of those big hospital plastic cups in his hand, filled with ice water.

"You're going to have to sit up to drink this," he told him, grabbing the bed remote and handing it to Gale so he didn't have to hunt for it.

Gale was already in the process of maneuvering into an upright position, his brows heavily furrowed and his teeth set into his bottom lip as he tried not to jostle his wings. He ended up clicking that wonderful little button on the remote a few more times before he got settled, and even reaching for the cup shifted his back and the bones connecting his wings to his shoulders in a way that had him gritting his teeth. The cool water was such a relief to his throat that he drained it in just a few gulps, then set the cup aside.

"I do want some tattoos," he offered into the quiet of the room. "I've always wanted some. Sylphs aren't really born, we just sort of become. I've never been anything other than this, fully-formed. So I didn't get to have childhood dreams of what tattoos I might have as an adult, or a phase where I played with those cute fake glitter tattoos that stick on with water. I've come up with so many ideas these past few decades, and I loved the work you did for my friend."

"Your friend?" Nyn echoed, taking the cup away from Gale and setting it on the bedside table. He would go get him more here in a moment, and hopefully it would last longer than just a few seconds. He settled back in his chair, still a little tense, but more relaxed than he had been since Gale showed up in his shop. "What did he get, if you don't mind me asking."

Nyn might not be able to remember faces all that well, but he remembered nearly every tattoo that he had given, especially the custom ones, which were his specialty, right after coloring jobs. It was called 'True Colors' for a reason. If Gale wanted a tattoo after all this, Nyn would probably give it to him free. The kid deserved it.

"It was a huge piece. He told me it took all day plus another few hours the next. It was a long, winding snake from his left wrist that flowed over his shoulders and ended on his other wrist. I'd never seen such vibrant colors in a tattoo, and I knew I had to get something done by you. It was so beautiful." Gale was starting to float a bit on the tide of painkillers he'd dosed himself with. Already he was sliding back into a reclined position, his words nearly a mumble.

"I've had ideas for my own tattoos for awhile now. Clouds and music notes..." Gale's eyes fluttered and he let them fall shut. He was too tired to keep them open, anyways. "Thank you," he murmured, knowing he'd already thanked Nyn but it didn't feel like enough. "You don't have to stay. But I don't think I want you to go." Gale nuzzled his cheek into his pillow and dropped off into a blissful drugged haze.

It took a moment, but Nyn recalled what Gale was talking about. "Mm, I remember that one well. It was beautiful," he agreed. He leaned back in his chair and watched as Gale reclined again and seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and he was content to be silent for a while. When Gale spoke again, his lips quirked at the thought of something like that on the boy. It would be a work of art. Already he was thinking about what all it could be.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, his hand twitching slightly as he wanted to reach out and touch Gale. It probably wouldn't be a good idea though. So he folded his hands in his lap and just watched for the time being, the rise and fall of Gale's chest, the steady beep of the heart monitor. Hospitals weren't such a bad place, Didn't mean he wanted to stay here any longer than necessary though. "Sweet dreams, Gale," he murmured.


A sylph, a mythical air spirit, implying his ethereal or otherworldly appearance. He has golden wings. His blood carries the scent of cinnamon and metal, which might hint at unique characteristics in his overall appearance. As for personality, Gale comes across as vulnerable yet open-minded. He shows curiosity about Nyn, appreciates kindness when shown to him, and expresses interest in tattoos despite their unfamiliarity to his kind. His decision to donate blood for extra cash suggests practicality and resilience.

"It was a huge piece. He told me it took all day plus another few hours the next. It was a long, winding snake from his left wrist that flowed over his shoulders and ended on his other wrist. I'd never seen such vibrant colors in a tattoo, and I knew I had to get something done by you. It was so beautiful." Gale was starting to float a bit on the tide of painkillers he'd dosed himself with. Already he was sliding back into a reclined position, his words nearly a mumble.

"I've had ideas for my own tattoos for awhile now. Clouds and music notes..." Gale's eyes fluttered and he let them fall shut. He was too tired to keep them open, anyways. "Thank you," he murmured, knowing he'd already thanked Nyn but it didn't feel like enough. "You don't have to stay. But I don't think I want you to go." Gale nuzzled his cheek into his pillow and dropped off into a blissful drugged haze.


A curious and bold man, unafraid to explore and confront others about their secrets. He has a seductive air and an ability to read people well, which allows him to quickly identify Morgan's true artistic preferences. He has coffee-stained teeth and sweet-smelling breath.

Blaine smiled a bit as she opened the refrigerator, stretching his body to recover from his vigil. He carefully poured himself a glass of green tea, humming softly to himself as he did so. Blaine took several sips from the tea before carefully considering the situation, a boyish smile coming to his lips. Silently, he padded down the hall, making his way to the bathroom door, which to his delight had not closed completely. Almost melting into the wall behind him, Blaine peeked into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of Morgan's naked body. He looked her over carefully, not blushing or even feeling particularly self conscious.

The shadowy boy smiled as he silently retreated from the bathroom, having inspected the girl's body for tattoos or piercings. Blaine admired such adornments, but simply had too low of a pain tolerance to actually get some. The few times he had tried to date the needle had ended with loud screams and embarrassment, and alcohol made him to sick to stay in the chair. He again drank from the glass of tea, enjoying the flavor as he entered the room where Morgan kept her sculptures.

Blaine turned on the light, and saw exactly what he expected to see. Row after row of mediocrity, mixed in with several truly exceptional pieces. He slowly walked along the shelves of sculptures, caressing the ones he found truly exceptional with his hands. The orobouros was apparently an important symbol in the girl's imagination, and her love for it showed quite clearly.

Morgan emerged out of her bedroom quietly, walking the few short steps to her art room, seeing him lovingly stroking his fingers over one of her sculptures. A little proud smile tugged over her features, and she leaned against the door frame, watching him silently.

He seemed drawn to her darker works, the ones that she had felt compelled to create, instead of the more conventional works that she had not felt that elemental tug for. Somewhat the opposite of her peers and instructors, he preferred the gruesome to the beautiful. Or perhaps, like her, he simply found beauty in the grotesque. The difference was, he seemed to express it unabashedly.

It had been a struggle, tempering her love for those deeper, morbid pieces with the more shallow pieces that were more enthusiastically accepted. Morgan was glad that she had discovered at least one other soul who felt as she felt inside.

Blaine smiled as he fondled the girl's works, finding interesting things as he examined the collection. He heard her come in, and smiled, turning around a bit. "I can tell, that these more inspired works are your real passion." He commented, pulling out a piece that resembled the united human of Plato's symposium, a bloated harmony between male and female, fused at the front. "This rendering of the beast with two backs, for example, it's perfect, not a blemish anywhere."

He put the sculpture back reverently, his eyes shining. "These other works, you took shortcuts, the work gets lazy in places, air bubbles at the bottom of the bowl, tiny, almost imperceptible melt. It's as if you don't have your heart in it." He said with a smile, wondering what kind of secrets the girl held in her tastes. "You enjoy these grotesques, don't you?" He commented with a seductive air, walking a bit closer to her.

There was an almost predatory grace to him, and Morgan subconsciously took a step back, bumping into the wall. "I... I don't enjoy any particular format than any other... I love all of my pieces." It was a lie, even she knew it, and an automatic response that she'd had ingrained in her by years of interacting with parents, instructors, fellow ceramicists. With her shoulders and back pressed against the wall, and the automatic lie, she felt cornered of her own devices. She watched him, wondering if he would believe the untruth that even she couldn't bring herself to believe.

Blaine smirked and stepped towards Morgan, cornering her against the wall as he held up a shallow little bowl from the middle of the collection. He gently grabbed Morgan by the wrist and traced her fingers along the bowl, squeezing her hand as he did so. "Love them all?" He asked, his voice very low, as he stared into her eyes. "You didn't even properly finish the etching on this particular bowl. And we both know that you're skilled enough to get it right." He growled, as he thrust the bowl into her hand and brought his own hand up to her cheek.

His fingertips traced lightly across her face as he seemed to envelop her, trying to pull her into himself. "Be honest." he whispered, his fingertips reaching her ear as his palm brushed against her cheek. "You really do like the darker side of things, don't you, the simultaneous agony and Ecstasy." He whispered, his other hand wrapping around her forearm, a bony elbow pushing her against the wall as he attempted to pierce her mind.

Morgan's breath came a bit short, her lungs seeming to contract like a steel band was tightening around her chest. Her heart fluttered a bit in her chest, expression flickering with fear. Her fingers tightened on the bowl, grasping it firmly. There was a dark magnetism to him, something that made Morgan want to lean into his touch, but his words made her more than reluctant to do that. Why was it that he was able to see this dark spot so clearly, when everyone else seemed completely oblivious?

"Blaine," Her breath rushed out as his elbow pushed into her. Fear and excitement skidded over her skin in electric waves, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her eyes met his, emotions warring in her expression. "Blaine," She repeated, his name rushing over her tongue. Her mind was hazy though, and she couldn't remember what exactly she had set out to say.

Blaine's smirk unfolded into a full smile, exposing his coffee stained teeth. Despite his teeth, his breath was really quite sweet smelling, as he seemed to drink in her fear. From the depths of his gut, a laugh slowly began to emerge, a laugh of genuine amusement, but laced with cruelty. Her tone of voice was inscrutable, yet her eyes gave away that delectable conflict within her.

Blaine stepped away, taking great pleasure in the shock he'd given to the girl. "It would appear we have the same muse." He commented sweetly, watching her clutch the bowl. "And yet you're only afraid of your true talent, your true expression." His grin widened, as he seeped towards the wall and rested beside Morgan. "What other things are you hiding, I wonder?" He whispered into her ear, the tone of his voice clearly showing that he knew very well the sort of things that she was hiding. Things that could be found in her bedroom, and in the browsing history of her computer. Yet, for now, he had to give her a chance to breathe, lest he strangle to death a girl who could be so beautiful, if she understood how.


A talented ceramic artist woman who has a passion for creating dark, morbid pieces but struggles to accept and embrace her true artistic nature due to societal pressures. Her personality seems introspective, sensitive, and somewhat timid.

Blaine's smirk unfolded into a full smile, exposing his coffee stained teeth. Despite his teeth, his breath was really quite sweet smelling, as he seemed to drink in her fear. From the depths of his gut, a laugh slowly began to emerge, a laugh of genuine amusement, but laced with cruelty. Her tone of voice was inscrutable, yet her eyes gave away that delectable conflict within her.

Blaine stepped away, taking great pleasure in the shock he'd given to the girl. "It would appear we have the same muse." He commented sweetly, watching her clutch the bowl. "And yet you're only afraid of your true talent, your true expression." His grin widened, as he seeped towards the wall and rested beside Morgan. "What other things are you hiding, I wonder?" He whispered into her ear, the tone of his voice clearly showing that he knew very well the sort of things that she was hiding. Things that could be found in her bedroom, and in the browsing history of her computer. Yet, for now, he had to give her a chance to breathe, lest he strangle to death a girl who could be so beautiful, if she understood how.

Morgan kept her gaze on the bowl in her hands, holding it so tightly know that her knuckle were nearly white. A shiver vibrated down her spine at the feel of his breath teasing over her ear, and she was finally jolted into motion, jerking straight and walking over to replace the bowl in its rightful spot on the shelf. "I'm not hiding anything." Her voice sounded like an echo, hollow and the result of automatic repetition. She meticulously centered the bowl in its place, eyes trailing up to study the sculpture above it, the dark, molten figures bubbling from one another.

Her jaw fell open, lips parting to say something, but she couldn't quite form the words in the forefront of her mind. And so she just continued to straighten her pieces, shifting them millimeters at a time.


A woman with an alluring presence. Her long blonde hair and striking hazel eyes contribute to her attractive appearance. She has a fondness for dresses, suggesting a preference for feminine and elegant attire. Physically, she has having noticeable curves, particularly emphasized when she's in close proximity to Jack. When it comes to personality, Samantha is outgoing and flirtatious but also displays a level of determination and persistence---traits typical of an Interpol agent. She enjoys teasing Jack, often using playful winks or suggestive comments. Despite this forwardness, she also shows moments of self-consciousness around other women. Her passion for food and sweets reveals a more carefree side to her character. While she may be quick to voice suspicions about their surroundings, she equally appreciates the lighter moments on their vacation.

Pulling out her dress finally, "Yes! Found it!" Samantha said, jumping up and putting it down on the bed. "Damn... now where did I put the make up bag..." She said, looking Jack up and down for a moment and smiling wide, "Hey handsome." She winked, before turning around and digging through her drawers again. She didn't have the best of memories, but she never have up until she would remember, or find what it was she needed.

"I'm not sure... I just hope they have some good food, and then sweet desserts." She said, as she pulled out her makeup bag and put it by her dress, smiling down at them both. She slipped into her dress, and attempted zipping the back, only to give up quickly. Walking over to her partner, she turned her back to him, and moved her long blonde hair from her back, looking back at him with a smile. "Could you help me Jack~" she sang happily, giving him, yet another wink.

Jack smiled back and eyed her up as well, "Hey sexy," he winked back and then watched her turn back to solve the issue of the missing make up bag. "Did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are looking for a make up bag," he spoke as he finished getting his suit clothes together, then headed into the bathroom to freshen up. He came back out and saw her in her black dress. "I'd be honored to sexy," his hands then moved about her waist and intersected over her belly button. He kissed her neck and shoulders softly, "Just to let you know whose girl you are," and then zipped up her dress for her.

He then turned her towards him, and stroked her blonde hair softly with his hands as he looked into her eyes, "I'm sure they will have a lot of good food and sweets," he then rubbed his nose across hers, "and there's always our type of dessert for later too." He winked, then kissed her lips softly. He then turned and started to get dress in his dinner suit, ending up in front of the vanity mirror to do up his tie.

Samantha smiled, feeling his lips against her shoulder and neck, it made her tingle. His hand felt warm against her stomach, it was nice, she forgot about things for a moment. As he turned her around and their lips met, she felt her heart beat a little faster, and kissed him back.

As he pulled away, and got dressed, she went to the bathroom. She curled her hair lightly, and did her make up to bring out her hazel eyes. Peeking out, she saw Jack doing up his tie in the mirror, so she walked up behind him, running her hands down his chest to his stomach. As she pressed her breasts and stomach to his back lightly, "You clean up nice, Jack~" she whispered into his ear flirtatiously.

Jack saw her go into the bathroom while he was fixing his tie. He then saw her come out as he stood in front of the mirror at the vanity. He smiled as he saw her wrap her arms around him and felt her breasts and stomach against his back. and felt her hands moving down to his belly. He also saw that in the mirror as he finished up his tie. "Why thank you sexy, you do to... still love you best in your jeans, shorts, and tops." He finished and then put on his suit jacket, and left it unbuttoned.

The dining room was about half full by the time he arrived. He had Samantha's left arm under his right. He looked at the maitre, who was dressed in a tux, and followed him to the table he showed him. The utensils were already set as well as the food and drink menus placed on the table. "Enjoy your meals," he said courteously and then went back to his station to seat the next couple. Soft music filled the room from the speakers in the ceiling of the dining room.

Samantha smiled as they were seated, the room looked even better now that it was all finished and set up. Looking o e the menu, she knew immediately that she'd get the chicken alfredo pasta. She looked up at Jack, wondering what he'd get, as a waiter approached and asked them what they'd like to drink and start out with as an appetizer. "I'd like sweet tea with lemon..." She said, looking to her partner still, she hadn't even thought of an appetizer. The rolls they had in front of them was more than enough for her tastes.

The lights around them dimmed a bit, and light music played in the background, as if to set some sort of mood. All the tables were arranged nicely, just enough distance between to keep conversations private, and making the getting up process very easy. Flipping through her menu, she spotted the desserts, and smiled wide. Eyeing all the delicious options, her sweet tooth tumbled with excited, or so you'd say.

Jack noticed that the lights had dimmed as he looked over the menu. A rib eye steak, well done, with a garden salad and rice pilaf was his choice of dinner. He was happy as well with the rolls far as an appetizer went. He looked at the waiter and ordered the same drink as Samantha, as well as an after dinner cup of coffee with french vanilla creamer. He sat the menu aside.

He looked over at Samantha, and could tell she was in the dessert section. "I was told that in the coal mines, the miners ate their dessert first, not sure of the conditions where they were working." He sipped on his sweet tea and lemon after it arrived, and also buttered a roll after he had halved it with the knife. He was also thinking about dessert, albeit dessert of a different type than on the menu.

Samantha smiled, taking a sip of her tea when it arrived, "I'd be a miner just for that" she replied, laughing a bit. She decided she would get the raspberry chocolate cheesecake after she ate pasta. Smiling, she put down her menu, obviously excited about the food. Samantha always seemed to have an unusual passion for food and sweets, and was always happiest when eating.

The waiter arrived once he saw they both put down their menus, and asked what they'd like, "I'll have a chicken alfredo pasta, and a slice of raspberry chocolate cheesecake for after." She said smiling wide, then looking to her partner. Her eyes seemed to tell him to hurry so the food would get there sooner, but she had a patient smile. She nibbled on a roll, watching the stage curiously, as a man walked out and began to prepare the microphone, looking closer, she noticed it was the man in the white tux from earlier.

The waiter took their orders and then left. Jack saw the man with the white tux on stage, as well, as he noticed Samantha looking at the stage. When the waiter returned with his garden salad and some more rolls, he looked at him, "Who's the man in the white tux," discreetly pointing to the stage where he was still working. "That's Ainsley Jarvis, he's one of the ship's pursers... interesting chap, he's been on board several of the cruise line ships." Jack nodded, "Been a bad boy, or just not one to settle into a job." The waiter shrugged, "Not sure about that one sir," and then left again.

Jack also looked over at the Captain's table. It was a long table, and his invited guests included a small group of beautiful models that were in the fashion show, as well as a man named Tony Marconi... definitely in the money, rich Rolex watch on his wrist, and business suit, as he sipped wine with the Captain, and took in the beauty of the girls that were also at the table.

Samantha listened carefully, as her pasta was placed before her, she started eating carefully as the waiter left. Seeing the models, she frowned, and looked down at herself curiously. Girls had a bad habit of noticing their flaws around other women, but she shook it off and continued eating, her eyes remained on the man in white now. He seemed shifty, as if he felt someone watching, but continued setting up.

"Jack, what do you think is going on..?" She asked, taking another bite of her pasta, looking at him curiously. She wondered what was really going on, and if they were really there for vacation. She felt a stare coming from somewhere, then noticed one of the men Jack had been watching was looking over at them, she then looked down quickly and took a sip of her tea. "Jack... one of those men is looking over here..." She muttered, feeling very self conscious now.

Jack smiled slightly as his plate containing his rib eye steak and rice pilaf was placed in front of him. He nodded his approval to the waiter when he tested his steak. He started to eat his meal and sipped on his sweet tea between bites of steak, rice, and salad. He looked over at the stage as he chewed his food and saw the man in white continuing to set up things. His eyes then noticed Marconi checking out Samantha from over at the Captain's table.

"I don't know partner, but I get the feeling Oscar had more in mind than a rest and recreation gig," he spoke after he had finished chewing the last bite of his meal. He then sipped on his coffee after the waiter had cleared his empty plate and salad bowl. He also left a small bottle of white zinfandel wine and glass for Samantha. "From the gentleman at the captain's table," he remarked and then Jack saw Marconi lift his glass in a toast. "It would appear, Samantha, that you have an admirer." he smiled as he nodded his head in return to Marconi's gesture.

Once her pasta was finished, the waiter took it away, and brought back her sweet dessert, which she eyed happily. Digging in almost immediately, before the waiter placed a bottle of wine and a glass before her. Samantha looked at it curiously, then to her partner, who pointed out the man that had been staring. She turned about fifty shades of red, then looked back at her partner, "How on earth earth do I have an admirer? He is sitting by a ton of models Jack... maybe he is suspicious." She said, flashing a smile at the man, and pouring a glass of the wine to taste it.

It was sweet and crisp, she held up her glass in thanks, then returned to her dessert, wondering what she should do. The show was starting now, and the lights further dimmed, as brighter lights covered the stage in a luminescent glow.

Marconi returned her toast of thanks, then focused on the people around the Captain's table. Jack looked over at Samantha, "Better revel in the moment, he must see something in you that he does not see in those models. Then can be quite spoiled and hard to deal with." He finished his coffee and saw the dining room lights dim, and the stage lights illuminated the state in the large hall, which was also the main ballroom of the ship.

"We'll see what this is all about, I hope," Jack whispered to Samantha as he got ready to watch the activities on the stage. In his mind, if they didn't find out what they were really booked on this cruise for, this way, he was sure Oscar had an email on his laptop to explain why they were on the cruise ship.

Samantha nodded, sipping on the wine, watching the show. All she saw was a man in a black tux and mask, his lady assistant in a skimpy outfit, and simple awe-inspiring magic tricks. She kept her eyes peeled for any other activity, but none occurs as the show progressed, and eventually it ended with a flashy finale. As the lights returned to normal, Samantha's eyes adjusted, and she peered.over at her partner. "That was very... normal..." She said, looking disappointed, "You should show me a good time when we get back to the room, what do ya say, Jack?" She teased, winking at him.

Looking over at the Captain's table, she noticed the models had all cleared the dining hall, along with the men that had been there. She was thankful no one waited around to speak to her, so she stood up, feeling the warmth from the wine she had consumed. Looking at the bottle, she realized she had taken out over half of the wine in the bottle. She walked over to Jack, and held onto his arm, pressing her breasts against him, and looking up at him with a pout. "I would so like to have some fun Jack..." She said, planting a quick peck on his neck, before pulling him towards the exit.

Jack watched the magic show, and noticed Marconi would look over Samantha's way occasionally. The magician in the act, however, though as sexy of an assistant he had, also kept his eye on Samantha. After the show was over, Jack nodded in agreement, "Pretty straight forward, though I am sure he will perform again, and the next time may not be so normal." Jack also noticed she had downed half the wine, and smiled when she mentioned about having a good time back at the room.

He felt her breasts against him as he kissed her back, "Let's go back to the room for dessert," then kissed her lips deeper this time, as headed with her out of the dining room and back towards their room on the Ledo deck. His right arm moved around her and his right hand squeezed her ass cheeks through the fabric of her dress.

Samantha smiled up at him, as they walked through the ship, to their room. The feeling of his hand on her ads made her feel even warmer, she realized she was slightly intoxicated, but didn't really mind it with Jack around her. She knew she was safe with him near, once they reached their door, she pushed him against it, her hands on his chest firmly, as she leaned up and kissed him deeply. She pressed herself closer to him, the outline of her belly button could be felt beneath her dress.

Reaching around him, she unlocked the door, opening it and pushing him in. She kissed down his neck hungrily as she shut the door behind them, pushing him further into the room. Slowly she removed his tie and coat, throwing them to the side, and beginning to invitation his shirt, she nibbled on his neck lightly.


A man who carries himself with an air of confidence and charm. He dresses well, often seen in suit clothes, indicating a preference for formal attire. His physical attractiveness is apparent, as he frequently catches the eye of his female counterpart, Samantha. He has a strong build suggestive of regular physical activity or training---quite fitting for an Interpol agent. Personality-wise, Jack is playful and flirtatious but also exhibits a calm demeanor under pressure. He's observant and quick to pick up on suspicious activities while maintaining his role as a vacationer. Despite being somewhat reserved about his feelings towards Samantha, there are clear signs of mutual attraction between them. He respects her boundaries yet isn't hesitant to express his interest when the situation allows it.

Samantha smiled up at him, as they walked through the ship, to their room. The feeling of his hand on her ads made her feel even warmer, she realized she was slightly intoxicated, but didn't really mind it with Jack around her. She knew she was safe with him near, once they reached their door, she pushed him against it, her hands on his chest firmly, as she leaned up and kissed him deeply. She pressed herself closer to him, the outline of her belly button could be felt beneath her dress.

Reaching around him, she unlocked the door, opening it and pushing him in. She kissed down his neck hungrily as she shut the door behind them, pushing him further into the room. Slowly she removed his tie and coat, throwing them to the side, and beginning to invitation his shirt, she nibbled on his neck lightly.

Jack knew she was slightly intoxicated, but he also knew that Samantha knew what she wanted. And, he was not going to anything she didn't want, or do anything to hurt her. He felt his back against the door of their cabin and his tongue met hers as he kissed her back deeply. His tongue danced with hers in their mouths, and he felt the outline of her belly button against him as she pressed against him. The next thing he remembered was the door opening behind him, and Samantha moving him through the open door. How did she do it? get the room key out while she was kissing him the way she was? He didn't care, he was enjoying what was going on.

He felt her take off his suit coat and tie as he continued to kiss her, his eyes noticed them on the floor inside the room, and the door secured behind them. His hands were busy as well, unzipped her dress and moved it downward off her. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks again, as his breathing was now getting heavier and his heart beating faster as he felt Samantha undoing his shirt.


A young adult in his college years. He has a hard, chiseled chest and jawline suggesting he is physically fit and attractive. His personality is dominant and assertive, as shown by his actions and the way he speaks. He's also sexually confident, taking charge during the intimate encounter with his mother. Despite the taboo nature of their relationship, Jason is comfortable with it and even expresses satisfaction towards their unconventional bond.

Jason able to hear his mother approaching the shower due to the noise of the faucet and he couldn't see her due to the dense steam covering the glass shower doors. But the moment that door opened he saw his mother's naked body in front of him once more, her nipples perked up, her luscious ass and pussy completely bare. She was in her most natural state, and before he even had time to react he found her throwing herself at him, her phone falling to the bathroom floor as their lips locked in a heated embrace.

His tongue lashed against her own as he manhandled her, tightly gripping her ass with one hand while cupping a breast with the other. Her body was as perfect as he remembered it from a few days prior. Her curves were just as perky, her lips just as hot. Her thigh pushed against his thick, hanging cock, making it stand tall against her perfect body.

"I wondered how long it would take you." He teases as their lips parted, giving her ass a hard slap, the wetness of his hand making it sting even more as a blush red handprint formed on her skin. "I haven't been able to get the other night out of my head." He admitted to her before kissing her once more. "I want to do everything with you."

It took Lindsey a long moment of kissing her son and pushing her naked body against his before she would break to speak. The woman smiled warmly at him, running a hand over his hard chest as he talked about that fateful night for the first time in days. She playfully slapped his chiseled jaw and replied, "How long it would take ME? I half expected you to crawl into my bed like you used to... but not to sleep." She traced his jaw with kisses and continued. "Kind of wish you had." Her hand inevitably trailed down to Jason's throbbing dick. She gripped it firmly, casually stroking him. Her breath left her a moment. She could feel every pulsing vein and a heat that rivaled the water of the steaming shower.

"Me, too, Jason... I want you in my mouth... in my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard I scream your name." Her hand worked a little faster, matching the rapid beat of her heart. Her kisses continued, becoming more desperate. "Please, Jason... fuck Mommy as hard as you can."

Jason smirked as his mother slapped his jaw, jokingly outraged that he was waiting for her to make the move. "Oh I wish I had, then maybe this week wouldn't have been a complete waste since our little frat house display." He told her as she gripped his cock, casually stroking him while he was already fully erect, she could easily feel his pulse through his manhood as they fell deeper into love and lust.

"I want to fuck every hole I can on you, mom." He told her as she began pumping his cock even faster, desperately pleading for him to fuck her as hard as he could. "As long as this isn't just some temporary shit." He told her before forcing her to turn around and pushing her against the shower wall so she was bent over. "I want to be able to fuck you any time, anywhere." He told her before pushing the thick head of his cock up against her slit, feeling just how wet she was already. "Is that something you can promise?"

Lindsey had to agree. Had the pair simply went home and fucked each other's brains out that night, they'd have had a much nicer, albeit much more exhausting few days afterward. It's best not to dwell on the past however. Lindsey was looking ahead to a future where she walked around the house naked, ready for her son to take her over a table, against a wall, or just let her suck on him while he watched football. The thoughts came flooding into her mind of all the ways she needed him to make use of her achingly unused body. She needed someone to take full advantage of her, and it might as well be her own child.

The woman turned easily, giving a moan of surprise and joy. She leaned her upper body against the glass of the rapidly steaming shower. Her back arched, lifting her immense bottom up towards Jason. "Yes! Yes, Jason! I need your cock so badly..! I will fall on my knees anytime you say! I'll bend over and take your dick in the middle of a grocery store if that's what you want! I belong to you so long as your dick belongs to me!!" She punctuated her words by reaching back, taking a firm hold of Jason's member, and plunging it into her self. "OOOoooohhhh," she breathed, her body trembling as it took his girth an inch at a time.

Lindsey's words were music to his ears, promising him of all the ways and all the many places she would eagerly take his cock. She would belong to him as long as his dick belonged to her. He could definitely get behind that idea, even going to college he knew there would be no girl that could compare to her. And then it finally happened, she pushed her hips back and took his cock inch by inch.

He pushed forward as she pushed back until his entire nine inches throbbed inside of her, her walls clinching down so tightly that they could feel each other's pulse. "Holy fuck, mom..." He groaned out as his hands gripped her hips as he mounted her, his hips flush against her luscious ass. "I would kill for this pussy." He told her as he began to thrust, the water creating a light sting on her ass and his hips as he began to fuck her. He would push up with each thrust so that he would hit her g-spot, his eyes full of pleasure as he lost himself to the moment. "I'm going to treat you like the deviant you are, and give you all the cock you've been missing out on for far too long."

Most women would have been absolutely repulsed at the sound of their child calling them 'mom' and referring to their 'pussy' in the same breath. Lindsey found herself moaning quietly. The words he used along with his ever-penetrating member made her eyes roll back in sublime euphoria. Even with steam fogging the glass, Jason would be able to see a much more opaque area around the woman's mouth and nose. Her breath was even hotter than the rolling cascades from the tap above them. Lindsey could scarcely keep her head from spinning out of the moment she'd created with her son. She thought surely it would all collapse into some intense wet dream if she let herself go.

"Y-yes, Jason! Show me the right way to treat a slut like me! Give me every inch of your big cock—then empty your big balls inside of me!!" The thought of becoming pregnant by the young man had not only crossed her mind, but made her all the more needy for his dick. The risk and horrible taboo of it all was summed up in that one plea. Lindsey wanted her own child's cum everywhere—in her womb, her mouth, her ass, and all over her flesh. She wanted to bath in her son's blessed seed. Her body reacted in kind, bucking over him. Her hips rocked around the boy's erection in a harsh, rhythmic gyration. "Oh, Jason... please fuck me! Fill me up with your hot sperm and knock me up!!"

Jason could feel his mother's body reacting not only to his cock, but also to his lewd words. Her pussy would clinch as he spoke of how he'd treat her like the whore she was, the older woman happy to take her place as his own personal fuck toy. Her hips bucked back at him like crazy as he fucked her, her plump ass slamming back against his hips, the water covering their bodies causing a nice sting with each thrust.

When she begged him to empty his balls into her and knock her up he should have pulled out and shriveled up right there. No way should he want to knock his own mother up, even if he was balls deep inside of her and could think of nothing more than his mother's perfect body. "Fuck yes!" He groaned as he slapped her ass again, further asserting his dominance. "If it's a girl she can follow in her mother's footsteps. If it's a boy, well let's just say he'll be in my exact position when he's older. Ohhh—oh fuck!" He cried out before unexpectedly cumming, the dirty talk seeming to get him off as he held his cock completely inside of her, emptying his massive balls into her pussy for nearly an entire minute before pulling out and falling back against the wall, his cock coated in their juices. "Good fucking god... I love what we've become."


A mature woman in her middle age, with an attractive and well-kept body. Her physical features include perky breasts, a luscious bottom, and a naturally beautiful appearance. Personality-wise, Lindsey is submissive yet adventurous and open-minded given the nature of her relationship with her son. She exhibits warmth towards him and appears to be sexually assertive. Despite societal norms, she willingly engages in this taboo relationship without any apparent remorse or hesitation.

Most women would have been absolutely repulsed at the sound of their child calling them 'mom' and referring to their 'pussy' in the same breath. Lindsey found herself moaning quietly. The words he used along with his ever-penetrating member made her eyes roll back in sublime euphoria. Even with steam fogging the glass, Jason would be able to see a much more opaque area around the woman's mouth and nose. Her breath was even hotter than the rolling cascades from the tap above them. Lindsey could scarcely keep her head from spinning out of the moment she'd created with her son. She thought surely it would all collapse into some intense wet dream if she let herself go.

"Y-yes, Jason! Show me the right way to treat a slut like me! Give me every inch of your big cock—then empty your big balls inside of me!!" The thought of becoming pregnant by the young man had not only crossed her mind, but made her all the more needy for his dick. The risk and horrible taboo of it all was summed up in that one plea. Lindsey wanted her own child's cum everywhere—in her womb, her mouth, her ass, and all over her flesh. She wanted to bath in her son's blessed seed. Her body reacted in kind, bucking over him. Her hips rocked around the boy's erection in a harsh, rhythmic gyration. "Oh, Jason... please fuck me! Fill me up with your hot sperm and knock me up!!"


A woman of striking beauty, with features that exude an enticing allure. Her physical appearance includes a well-maintained physique and expressive eyes that reflect her playful nature. She carries herself confidently, unafraid to express her desires openly. Personality-wise, Grace is adventurous and spirited, enjoying the thrill of boundary-pushing escapades. While she can be assertive at times---as evident in her ability to hold her own against Amy's dominance---she also displays a submissive side during their intimate encounters. Her willingness to engage in playful public teasing shows a daring character who thrives on excitement and novelty. Despite these bold traits, she shows an affectionate side towards Amy, indicating a deep emotional connection between them.

Grace only glanced at the dessert menu briefly before handing it back to the waiter. "I'll have the chocolate cheesecake with vanilla ice cream, please," she said, smiling sweetly at him. Even after he walked away, she still didn't look back at Amy, determined to give her the cold shoulder for just a little bit longer. She was already starting to calm down though and knew she would forgive her before the night was over. "He definitely deserves a big tip," she said. It wasn't long before he brought the dessert back out. She smiled again when she tasted it and offered Amy a bite to show that she wasn't as mad as she had been before.

Amy took the bite. To be honest, it would probably be the only bite she would take unless given another. She was thoroughly full, but she was glad to see that Grace wasn't so mad at her anymore, at least, enough to share a bit of her desert. Amy was already preparing the money for the check just as the waiter brought it to her. She left a sizable tip, around 30% according to mental math. The waiter did deserve it. He did have to deal with them, even if he didn't even know what they had done. As one final act before leaving the restaurant, Amy managed to swing her purse underneath the table. Luckily the table cloth was hiding the contents underneath the table which Amy was planning to use to her advantage. She went down under the table not only to retrieve her purse, but to put Grace's panties and stockings in so they weren't lost.

Grace noticed what Amy was doing and smiled a little. She would have told her to do it anyway, but she was glad she didn't have to. Once she finished with her dessert and the check was taken care of, she went out to the car together with Amy, in a slightly better mood now. She still didn't speak to her until they were back in their own home, however. As the door closed behind them, she turned around and gave Amy what she hoped was a sultry look. "As promised, now that we're alone, it's your turn to have your fun. I'm going to let you do whatever you want with me tonight, because I expect I will enjoy it. But tomorrow, we do things my way. Got it?"

"I promise," my replied. It was good to be home, privately. Amy wrapped her arms around Grace's hips and gave her a kiss. It was sweet, but it wouldn't remain that way for very long. It was night and they both knew what was to come. The sweet kiss would turn hot and steamy as they bounced from wall to wall as they made their way back to the room. Once they were in the room, Amy stopped moving about and focused on Grace. She managed to get Grace against the wall as her kisses followed along Grace's neck and down. Amy forced herself on her knees and looked up at Grace before disappearing underneath the woman's dress. She lifted Grace's leg up over her shoulder and pressed her lips against her best friend's soft pussy.

Grace returned each of Amy's kisses with just as much force and passion as they made their way to the bedroom. Then her back was against the wall and Amy was on her knees, lifting Grace's dress. The woman threw her head back and moaned loudly, glad that she no longer had to keep quiet. She lifted her dress up higher to give Amy better access, running her fingers through the woman's hair. It felt very similar to when they were in the sex shop earlier, but this time was much better. It was natural, not controlled by the ring. And after all of the teasing from earlier in the night, it wouldn't take much to make her cum. In fact, she was already getting close. "Oooh, fuck! Don't stop, Amy!"

Amy buried her tongue inside Grace. She was given a command and even though she didn't have a magic ring binding her to that command she still wanted to follow it. Her nose was pressed against Grace's clit. She moved her whole face to stimulate that small little bead of pleasure. Amy's hands came up and wrapped around Grace's ass keeping her still and so close so Amy could let her tongue delve as deep as it could go. Each lick brought more of Grace's sweet nectar. Amy would never grow old of the taste, it was like drinking water while lost in a desert.

Grace arched her hips forward, grinding her pussy against Amy's lips. Every time the woman explored between her legs, it was like heaven, and each time was better than the last. She grabbed a handful of Amy's hair, pushing her in deeper, as she reached her climax, her cum running down her thighs. Her dress was going to be ruined, but she didn't care right then. All she could think about was the pleasure she was receiving.

Amy accepted everything that spilled into her mouth. She was waiting for it and it tasted delicious, just as she knew it would. When she felt Grace's body stop pulsating with pleasure, she backed herself away and stood up allowing Grace's foot to rest back on the ground. She planted both hands against the wall around Grace's head and leaned forward to kiss the woman. She wanted to let Grace know just how good she tasted, that each time, it tasted better and better. When their kiss broke Amy said, "Tell me what I can do to make you scream and writhe in pleasure."

Grace gave Amy a wolfish grin, still gasping for breath as the other woman finally pulled her lips away from her. This was one command she had no problem following. "The first thing you can do is take your clothes off," she said. She moved away from her lover and unzipped her own dress before letting it fall to the floor. She had no idea where her heels were at this point; she'd lost them at some point when they were bouncing off of the walls. She could worry about those later though. What she was more interested in was the bad to toys from earlier in the day. She rummaged through the toys until she found the strap-on and harness and tossed them onto the bed. "If you really wanna make me scream, then you'll put that on and fuck me until I can't move or even speak. And you won't stop no matter what I say or do."

Amy smirked at the request. She took off her dress once Grace had made the motions to take her own off. Amy left her panties on when she figured out what Grace wanted her to do. The strap-on was a clear indicator of what was going to happen. Amy picked up the strap-on and began to slip it on over her panties. She had to adjust the straps to make sure that it was secure enough for the rough movements she was about to go through. Amy placed a hand on the back of Grace's head and pulled on her hair just a bit, not enough to hurt. Something about the strap-on made her feel dominant. She rather liked it. It was like her primal instincts were taking over. "Now, get into the position you want, so I can start fucking you," she said. When her command was over, she let go of Grace so the woman could obey it. Amy pulled out one last thing, a bottle of lube, and began to apply it to the hard strap-on. It would burn like hell, but in a very good way.

Grace gasped and moaned when Amy pulled her hair, throwing her head back slightly. "Mmh, yes ma'am," she said as she moved to get onto the bed on all fours. She looked back at Amy expectantly, still incredibly aroused from her first orgasm, her pussy still slick with wetness. She noticed Amy had kept the panties on and smirked slightly. "The remote is still in my bag," she said. "And don't be afraid to get a little rough." She wasn't used to being on the receiving end of the strap-on, but it wasn't her first time either and she knew how she liked it. If it was too slow and gentle, she wouldn't get enough out of it.

Amy pressed the tip of the strap-on into her lover, but just enough to create an opening into her love tunnel. "Quiet. The only thing I want to hear from you are your moans as I fuck you." Amy gripped Grace's shoulder with a hand, the other hand held the woman's hips and quickly thrust in hard enough for their hips to smack together. Amy let out a grunt, a low pitched moan to show her dominance over Grace as she pulled out to the tip again just to thrust hard. Every time she bumped her hips against Grace's, she would make sure the woman would rock forward with her movements. Amy kept grunting with each thrust trying to be every bit of manly as she possibly could. In between her grunts she said, "Yea, let me hear your moans, I'm gonna make it feel real good."

Grace gasped as Amy entered her and let out a low moan. She hadn't expected the woman to become so forceful so suddenly, but she absolutely loved it. Each thrust made Grace move with her, and it almost hurt, but it was exactly what she needed. She lowered her head into the pillow, moaning and panting as Amy fucked her. She wanted to yell for her to do it harder and faster, but her mouth wouldn't form the words. All she could do now was moan. But, she hadn't been told that she wasn't allowed to move. She slid her hand down between her legs and began to rub her clit rapidly from side to side. The extra sensation multiplied her pleasure immensely and made her pussy even more sensitive to every motion Amy made.


A woman who appears to have an alluring and attractive presence, possessing features that draw attention. Her physical attributes include a captivating smile and expressive eyes that hint at her adventurous spirit. She carries herself with confidence and isn't afraid to take charge when the situation calls for it. Personality-wise, Amy is bold, daring, and uninhibited in her pursuit of pleasure. She exhibits a dominant side during intimate encounters yet also shows consideration towards her partner's desires. Despite her assertive nature, she displays tenderness and affection, suggesting a deep bond with Grace. Her playful teasing hints at a sense of humor while her willingness to experiment suggests an open-mindedness about sexuality.

Grace gasped as Amy entered her and let out a low moan. She hadn't expected the woman to become so forceful so suddenly, but she absolutely loved it. Each thrust made Grace move with her, and it almost hurt, but it was exactly what she needed. She lowered her head into the pillow, moaning and panting as Amy fucked her. She wanted to yell for her to do it harder and faster, but her mouth wouldn't form the words. All she could do now was moan. But, she hadn't been told that she wasn't allowed to move. She slid her hand down between her legs and began to rub her clit rapidly from side to side. The extra sensation multiplied her pleasure immensely and made her pussy even more sensitive to every motion Amy made.

Amy noticed Grace's hand move down her body to play with her clit. She let a hand come up to the woman's hair and pull her head right up so she could lean in and say, "You know, I shouldn't even let you touch yourself. You're mine for tonight. But I guess we could try something new. Hell, if you could grow a dick then you should be able to do this. I want you to cum only when I cum tonight." Amy let go of Grace's hair and her hands moved over to both of Grace's breasts. She lifted the woman up while she lay back so Grace was facing away from her, but on top of her. The dildo to the strap-on would drive deep into the woman. Amy would play with Grace's breasts while moving her hips up to bounce her best friend along the hard shaft and she would also nibble at the woman's neck and such hard on her shoulders most certainly leaving hickies.


A transgender girl with a slender build, with perky breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips, and long athletic legs. She has a Southern accent and presents herself in a flirtatious manner. Her personality is adventurous and daring as she plays a risky game of teasing Max. However, her excitement turns into fear when Max becomes aggressive and forces himself on her. Being a transgender girl, she has a small penis.

Joanne was considering heading to another bar when someone finally sat down next to her. She expected another overweight salaryman. Instead, she found herself sitting next to a muscular and handsome man. She maintained her cool, but there was a warm desire in her stomach. She could feel her cock stirring in the lace panties she saved for night's out.

"Hmmm, that so? Nobody told me that," she replied with a small giggle. Joanne didn't turn to face him, but she did put down her phone. The bartender handed her another drink and she took a small tip."They are awfully big arms, you could probably fit five of me, hun." There was a small drawl to her words, a Southern accent. "Maybe I was just waiting for you this whole time. You gonna give me a name?"

"Well we never know until we try," he said, his own, much larger cock stirring as he heard that southern drawl. Oh he would take her home tonight and make her scream his name. "Name's Max," he said, putting a large hand on top of hers. "What's yours, sweetness?" His own accent was indecipherable. Maybe somewhere up North? It was hard to tell. Many of the other regulars who Joanne usually flirted with were shooting dirty looks Max's way. They all knew there was no way they could compete with his chiseled body. Not that he noticed at all.

"So what brings a pretty little thing out here all alone? You know there are bad men out there who'd love to hurt someone like you."

His confidence was infectious. Joanne felt her heart skip a beat when he put his hand on her own. It dwarfed her, nearly thrice her size. They were calloused and rough. She wondered how they would feel around her neck. "It's Joanne. It's a pleasure to meet you, Max." She winked at him as she made no attempt at removing her hand, quietly reveling in the feeling.

"You know that's a good question." Joanne put on a show of genuine thought. She tapped a single perfectly manicured nail against her lips before shooting Max a mischievous grin. "Maybe I want a bad man. Maybe I want to be hurt. I feel like you're one of those bad men, hm?" Her heart was beating a mile a minute; she knew she was playing a dangerous game. She was already trying to figure out an escape plan, planning to leave him high and dry like all the rest.

"Maybe I am," Max said with a grin. He stared at her the way a lion stared at its prey. He wasn't going to leave here without her. But he couldn't make his move yet. "Pleasure to meet you Joanne. But you should watch out. As much as you might want a dangerous man. You may regret it when you find him." He squeezed his hand on hers gently, showing off the power that he had. She was very slight and it wouldn't take much to break her.

"I'm new in town and was looking for someone to show me around. Would you be willing to do that in exchange for me protecting you from those big scary men out there?"

Max squeezed on her hand and the gap in strength was obvious. He could crush her with careless ease and that should scare her. It did, but, even more than that, it sent another wave of arousal through her body. She crossed her legs again and tried to hide the tiny bulge straining against her dress. "Mmmm, says the big scary man. But, you know what? I'll give you a shot."

Joanne leaned forward, her lips only inches from Max's early—he could probably feel the heat of her breath on his neck. She was pushing and she knew it, but the risk was intoxicating. She wanted to see just how frustrated she could make him. "Walk me to my car, Max. We can talk about the rest of the night there." She pulled away and off the stool. Standing up, Max could finally see her full form. Perky breasts. A narrow waist exploding curving into wide hips. Long athletic legs with plump shapely thighs.

Max was more than happy to walk her to her car. As she stood up his cock throbbed, thinking of slamming into her and making those cheeks clap. He towered over her as he paid his bill. He got a few looks from the regulars but they knew he would be disappointed. Joanne was a tease who never put out.

As they walked out to the car he put his hand right on her ass, squeezing it as they exited the bar and stepped out into the cool night air. The bar was in a less crowded area of town so the parking lot was quiet as he walked her to the car. "So. Your place or mine?"

He was bold, almost possessive. Joanne felt a hand on her ass and almost melted. Her brain was a mess of fear and arousal. She chewed on her bottom lip, seriously considering going home with them, but she decided against it. As they got to her car, Joanne suddenly frowned, putting on a fake pout.

"Oh shit, I just remembered. Gotta be up real early in the morning," Joanne said with a fake gasp of surprise. She looked up at Max, towering above her, and smiled sheepishly. "I'd love to continue this, big guy, but I don't want to be up too late. It was a pleasure though." Joanne made an attempt to pull away.

"Is that so," Max said, his tone suggesting he didn't believe her at all. "That's a shame. But it's still early enough you can make it home in plenty of time. After we have a little fun." His hand tightened down around her waist and he pushed her against her car, his huge bulge pressing against her leg. His other hand moved up and gripped the base of her ponytail, pulling her head back to force her to look up at him.

"I told you there were scary men out there," he whispered before releasing her waist and moving to undo his pants. When his cock flopped out he grinned and forced her to his knees. "Can't have you screaming for help," he said, jamming his cock into her mouth.

Her sight was a blur and the next she knew, she's being pinned against the car. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and there was the urge to scream. Before she could even scream, Max yanked her ponytail. She had to look directly at him, her neck straining. If only Max could see—as much as fear—there was pure arousal. She squirmed under Max's group, let out a small yelp when she was forced to her knees.

She tried to scream, but the second her mouth opens, a massive cock barreled into her mouth. It was huge and riddled with veins. Joanne gagged a little at the sudden intrusion. Looked up at Max, her eye-liner running a little. She tried to breath through her nose.


A muscular and handsome man, giving the impression of physical strength and attractiveness. His personality is confident and dominant, with a predatory nature. He enjoys teasing Joanne and asserting control over her, ultimately leading to him forcing himself on her aggressively.

Her sight was a blur and the next she knew, she's being pinned against the car. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and there was the urge to scream. Before she could even scream, Max yanked her ponytail. She had to look directly at him, her neck straining. If only Max could see—as much as fear—there was pure arousal. She squirmed under Max's group, let out a small yelp when she was forced to her knees.

She tried to scream, but the second her mouth opens, a massive cock barreled into her mouth. It was huge and riddled with veins. Joanne gagged a little at the sudden intrusion. Looked up at Max, her eye-liner running a little. She tried to breath through her nose.

Max continued to hold her ponytail as he pushed his thick cock deeper into her mouth. "That's it," he grinned. "Suck my cock. You need to get it nice and slippery for when I fuck you." He kept pushing, not caring how terrified she was. She had teased him a bit and she would have to pay for that. "How much can you take you little slut," he growled, pushing more and more past her thick lips. They were made for cock sucking and he loved putting them to use.

After a while it was obvious that she couldn't take any more so he pulled out of her mouth with a growl. "Pathetic," he said as he lifted her up by her hair. His free hand went between her legs and his eyebrows went up a bit. "What do we have here," he asked, feeling her erect but tiny cock. "Looks like I'll be fucking your ass." With a grunt he grabbed her panties and ripped them free, reaching up and stuffing them in her mouth. "Keep quiet bitch," he said, spinning her around and pushing her over the hood of her car.

He flipped up the hem of her skirt and positioned his cock between her plump cheeks, pushing into her tight hole with a groan.


A young, beautiful woman who takes care of her appearance. She wears tight yoga pants that show off her shapely legs and ample rear end, and a blouse that reveals some cleavage. She is confident in herself and is popular with boys and girls alike. As for her personality, she is open-minded and excited about the vacation with her boyfriend's family. She also has a bit of a crush on Peter, but dismisses it as admiration since she is faithful to Jacob.

The young beauty made her way in the dirt road following to the cabin. Following her boyfriend's instructions Lacy could already see the cottage in the outskirts, covered by beautiful, lush greenery and crystal clear lakes. While she was more of a beach gal, she looked forward in this little vacation with her boyfriend, although it seemed to be that his dad, Peter had been eager, adamant almost for her to be invited. Not that she wasn't flattered, if anything this was a wonderful opportunity to bond with her boyfriend's dad. She figured that in the end this would be a positive thing, bonding was always welcomed after all. If anything Peter was quite a charming man which she admired in him, if worse comes to worse at least she would enjoy his company.

Dressed in tight yoga pants that hugged her shapely legs and proudly showed that ample ass waving around, and a blouse that showed just enough cleavage to get the mind going, she finally arrived at the cabin. She takes a deep breath to recollect her thoughts before her dainty hand gently knocks on the door, awaiting response. She had to unpack and see for herself what plans the two men had in store for them in that place.

Peter finally convinced his wife last second to let their son's girlfriend join them on the camping trip. His wife and son were highly religious, god-fearing even. Leading the two to see sex as a procreation tool, less as a recreational activity. Peter said he felt the same way, but truly didn't. Peter had a minor crush on his Sons girlfriend, that was true, and was glad he could have someone to ogle at as the camping trip went on.

The scenery was beautiful, and Peter sighed as he finally finished unpacking his wife's stuff, he would have to unpack his own later. He looks out the front window where their bedroom was, and sees the beautiful view of the lake, only to see a beautiful young woman coming up the trail to the cabin. Peter grins softly, running downstairs as his wife showers up after the long drive. He wasn't too sure where his son was, but didn't bother looking.

Peter wore a simple pair of jeans, bulged out from his beefy mass, and a thin white t-shirt hugs his toned and muscled upper-body. Thick shoulders, toned chest, and beefy arms shifting as he finally reaches the front door after she knocks, and he open it wide to see the busty beauty outside. "Well hello there gorgeous! So nice to see you Lacy..." he says as he pulls her close into a warm embrace, his hands slowly creeping down her hips, and squeezes those fat, bubbly, and thick ass cheeks. Thick digits sinking into the doughy flesh, feeling her heavy breasts against his abdomen, and his bulge aching against her stomach. "So glad you can make it, love..."

Well he certainly was eager! Lacy had heard all about Jacob's father, Peter being overtly friendly. She could remember how many times he had reminded her of how close he can get, but in truth the young beauty didn't really mind. After all this was just a greeting! He was just happy to see the elusive girl that his admittedly BORING son was dating, one could even wonder how such a religious snob like Jacob could land a girl like her. Popular with having all of the boys in the school hoping for a chance with her, every girl wanting to be her friend, even the teachers were giving her the side eye whenever she passed the school's hallways, strutting confidently as ever.

So many thoughts were running through her mind that she hardly paid any mind at Peter's more than touchy-feely hands freely groping her rump like he owned her. She giggles, finally breaking away from the hug although not because she wanted to but rather because, well, she had visited them, so it would be very awkward if they saw. Sure it was just a greeting, but not many were as open minded as her! "It's so good to finally see you again!" Lacy says excitedly, shooting a smile of beaming light, in truth she too had a bit of a crash on Peter, but she always dismissed it as admiration, after all Jacob was a great guy, always there for her even if he was... lacking and rather unwilling till they solidified their relationship to fool around let alone actually fuck. Sure, there was some light intimacy, be he always hesitated and withdrew, thinking that the road to sin was too tempting.

Still Lacy was faithful, after all Jacob was a nice guy... with an even nicer father! Despite their awkward position she didn't stray too far from Peter as she walked in, taking in the scenery of the little resort. Cozy, comfortable, she was clearly excited of what was to come. "Where's everybody? Jacob told me he'd be waiting here."

Just a greeting, that's all it was! Along as it was under the veil of something innocent, pure, and not lewd or adulterous, Peter was in the clear. For his own morals, and apparently the young woman's as well! She let him lewdly squish and grope her ass cheeks as if it were nothing, the squishy and doughy cheeks being kneaded as if he were a baker. Finally, the hug broke as Peter steps back, his bulging mass bouncing a bit from the step backwards, his toned form shifting as he lets her walk into the log cabin.

The foyer breaks away into three exits, a north that heads to the living room, the east that heads into the kitchen and eventually into the living room, and the west lead to a guest bedroom and to the garage where some tools were stored. Dual staircase leads upstairs to the bedrooms, where three doors lined up behind the balcony. It had a warm, obviously rustic field to it. Rugs adorn the wooden floors, reds, purples, browns, and golds are used as decorations. "This used to be my families, much smaller than this. I spent a lot of summers up here expanding and working on this cabin. Ironically now, Jacob and my Wife don't like to be here..." he says with a soft chuckle, his deep voice filling the medium sized foyer gently.

"Jacob is in the right bedroom, yours, the middle is the bathroom we all have to share, and the left bedroom is me and Mrs. Wallaces." He says as he walks behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders as his beefy mass presses between her fat cheeks, idly aching as he massages her shoulders. "You can head up there, or I can give you a tour? I think he's just unpacking up there, I'm not sure." He offers as he looks up to the bedroom doors, either of them could open at anytime and catch him giving her a very friendly massage.

Lacy eagerly walked with Peter. This was such a wonderful experience already! Such a handsome... friendly man was her boyfriend's father! At least now she could depend on him for making the scene lighter, she had heard after all that Jacob's mother was very strict and often unapproving of the girls that Jacob liked, she was expecting that the situation would inevitably get tense, but luckily Peter was there! Surely he must have a plan.

"Yeah! A tour sounds lovely, would have to get used to the new environment after all." She beams and excitedly she follows him, blissfully unaware of the beefy mass that pressed behind her. Unaware or perhaps distantly knowing, Lacy was open, the excitement so great to TRULY care about the fidelity of her relationship with Jacob. She sways her hips naturally with each step, her beautiful, shapely legs down to her well kept pedicured feet, Jacob was REALLY a lucky guy after all...


A beefy and toned man with thick shoulders, a toned chest, and beefy arms. He wears simple jeans that bulge out from his mass and a thin white t-shirt that hugs his upper body. He is attracted to Lacy, his son's girlfriend, and has a minor crush on her. He has a charming personality.

Just a greeting, that's all it was! Along as it was under the veil of something innocent, pure, and not lewd or adulterous, Peter was in the clear. For his own morals, and apparently the young woman's as well! She let him lewdly squish and grope her ass cheeks as if it were nothing, the squishy and doughy cheeks being kneaded as if he were a baker. Finally, the hug broke as Peter steps back, his bulging mass bouncing a bit from the step backwards, his toned form shifting as he lets her walk into the log cabin.

The foyer breaks away into three exits, a north that heads to the living room, the east that heads into the kitchen and eventually into the living room, and the west lead to a guest bedroom and to the garage where some tools were stored. Dual staircase leads upstairs to the bedrooms, where three doors lined up behind the balcony. It had a warm, obviously rustic field to it. Rugs adorn the wooden floors, reds, purples, browns, and golds are used as decorations. "This used to be my families, much smaller than this. I spent a lot of summers up here expanding and working on this cabin. Ironically now, Jacob and my Wife don't like to be here..." he says with a soft chuckle, his deep voice filling the medium sized foyer gently.

"Jacob is in the right bedroom, yours, the middle is the bathroom we all have to share, and the left bedroom is me and Mrs. Wallaces." He says as he walks behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders as his beefy mass presses between her fat cheeks, idly aching as he massages her shoulders. "You can head up there, or I can give you a tour? I think he's just unpacking up there, I'm not sure." He offers as he looks up to the bedroom doors, either of them could open at anytime and catch him giving her a very friendly massage.