He picks up the phone from where it's laying, his ring tone playing "Bad Things" by Jace Everett.

"I know I agreed to let Steve stay here but..." Her voice trailed off reluctantly.

"But what? Did he drink the last cup of coffee or something?"

"Well, no."

"So what's the problem?"

"You know, really it's your faul..."

"Okay, stop right there. WHAT is the problem?"

"You wouldn't give me permission to come this morning!" she moaned in frustration.

He laughed. "I don't see how that is a problem, or how Steve has any bearing on it."

"Well... I was really frustrated."

"Go on," he said sternly.

"I was using the Hitachi wand. WAIT, I was gonna tell you and take my punishment, honest!"

"Such a bad girl. Yes, you definitely have some strokes coming tonight for misbehaviour. But I still don't understand how Steve fits into your problem."

"He caught me."

"What?"

"He caught me. And now he wants to fuck me." Somehow her voice managed to sound contrite, hopeful and afraid all at the same time.

He tried to hide the smile from his voice.

"I see. How do you feel about that?" Laughing behind the words, because he already knew the answer.

"He's cute."

"That's not an answer to the question. An extra five strokes."

"FIVE?"

"We could make it six."

"Five seems perfectly reasonable, Sir."

"Answer the question. How do you feel about Steve wanting to fuck you?"

"Sir, I'm frustrated, horny and alone. He's cute, available and willing. How do you think I feel?"

"Is that sass? It sounded like sass. Another five."

He laughed at the squeal on the other end of the line.

"Sir, I want him to fuck me desperately!!!!!!"

"Are you wet? Is that pussy dripping? Check for me. Right now."

Her moans started before he even finished the statement. He heard her clothing rustling, pleased with her compliance.

"Yes, Sir. I'm very, very wet."

"Just as a good slut should always be. I'm proud of you, toy." He grinned, devilishly.

"Now, put Steve on the phone."

To be continued?....