Later that evening, I couldn’t take it anymore.

My body was still aching from everything that had happened... the car, the bedroom, the kitchen. My pussy kept throbbing every time I thought about Rick’s thick cock, his skilled fingers, the way he used my throat in the car. The faint salty taste of his cum still lingered on the back of my tongue. I needed more. I needed him to touch me like only a doctor could.

So I did something risky.

I waited until Mom was downstairs watching her show, then slipped into Rick’s new home office wearing nothing but one of his oversized white dress shirts. The fabric...