No Diplomacy Required

Frannie and you decided to enjoy a shower together before supper. She washed your back taking special care of your lower back and shooting the mobile shower nozzle over your ass and wet and still aroused pussy. She kissed you as she gently worked the nozzle back to front. She let you return the favour. In a delicious ten more minutes you both managed to orgasm again. When you both walked out to change in your bedroom you were reminded of your visitor who still lay strapped against the metal crate, looking helpless and somewhat dishevelled. "Oh look at the little mousey," you taunt, "I think mousey needs to get cleaned up too." You leave Dee Dee their as you both dress and make a few adjustments to your hair and make up. Eventually you turn your attention on this sweet little gurl and unfasten her ties and allowing her to stand straight. "Now Dee Dee, you have started to repay me for your actions but now I need you to follow through. As a young woman, you need...

Back and forth across the room. Ten steps from wall to wall. Her body shook with frustrated arousal as she found the number she was looking for. "Hey sexy." His voice was low, but it didn't sound like she'd wakened him. "Hey." Her belly clutched. "Look, um, I have a favor to ask." "Yeah?" She heard the skepticism in his voice. "It's late- you kill somebody or something?" That got a laugh out of her. "No. I just... look, my hormones are crazy and I'm climbing the damn walls. I need a taste of you." "Ah." She heard him moving around his apartment. "Twenty minutes, my place. Wear purple." Precisely twenty minutes later, she was knocking on his door. It opened, and he raked his eyes over her. When he nodded and stepped aside, she followed him in. He poured a glass of water from the tap, handed it to her. "So," he asked, "sex, or just play?" "Both." They'd dance...