Chapter 87

Poppy

What on earth were the police doing here?

I glanced down at myself. I had Daddy's shirt on that was barely buttoned and sliding off one shoulder. My hair was everywhere, my lips were swollen, and I had a huge hickey on my collarbone that Mrs Livingstone must have put there, I had no idea when.

My p.u.s.s.y had just gotten very deliciously stretched.

The knock came again harder again. "It's the police, please open up,"

I yanked the shirt down over my thighs and it didn't really do much. My legs were jelly as I stumbled towards the door while Mrs Livingstone tried to adjust her...