“Lift up your skirt, Chloe, right up above your waist. Good girl. That’s a very pretty cunt, isn’t it?” I placed my palm against her, fingertips just inside, and stroked wetly. I held her to me with my other arm. We were almost ourselves.

Chloe said, eventually, “I don’t know, sir.”

I squeezed her lips, enough to hurt. “Isn’t it?”

“Uhh. Yes, my cunt is very pretty, sir. Would you like to fuck me, sir?”

“Chloe, I want you more than anything in the world. Or the world.” I said that. Mr Mortimer said, “But you’ve still been a naughty girl. You’ve got a pretty little bottom, too, haven’t you?”

Chloe had to think about that. Eventually she said, “Um. You might be nice enough to think so, sir.”