KRISTEN

What the actual fuck...

I stood at the door, my legs refusing to move forward or go back.

I had left the room when it seemed my hard-on was going to tear through the towel—her towel. Coupled with the not-so-subtle moans from her mouth when I tried disciplining her, her towel around my waist also made me unnecessarily hard.

There was only one explanation: I had been interrupted, unable to cum, two times in the same week!

Now, it seemed my dick was finding it hard to differentiate between family and strangers.

When I left her room, I had to pay and send off Brenda and her partner, pleading...