Toilet Slut
“Are you going to be a good girl today?” Not trusting my voice, I simply nodded, never once breaking eye contact with her. I wasn’t sure what she had planned, but I would do my best. She responded by running her fingers slowly through my hair, her smile tight. I wondered what she wasn’t telling me. “What are you, Bunny?” This time I found my voice. “Your slut, Miss,” I whispered, blushing, as I sat on my heels, kneeling a...