‘What’s that?’
‘What’s what?’
‘That, under the bed.’
Alessa stood up, Michael’s sperm dribbling down the inside of her thighs and, feigning nonchalance, walked over to her bed where she laid down and started to fondle her pussy. He remembered the last time he had seen Jennifer in just this position, but only her fingers had been inside her before. ‘Mr Thomas,’ said David quickly, ‘is there anything else you want us to do?’
‘Not YOU,’ he replied, with a little grin, ‘YOU can go. They were relaxing in a sort of post-orgasmic bliss, puffing away on one of the joints Jennifer had prepared earlier, when Alessa arrived a few minutes later. She undid the ties on her halter-neck top and the buttons on her skirt, then released him from her mouth and stood up.
