Andrew pushed aside the curtain surrounding the vintage claw foot tub, again delighted by what he found. The tub and a small wooden stool would do perfectly for his plans, he decided. He kicked the stool to the side of the tub, and threw Lily a terrycloth towel to place over the wooden seat. “On your knees, teach, you’re going to get the ride of your life.”
“The towel?”
“I’m being nice. It might keep your knees from screaming before I’m done.”
She understood now what he had in mind. Using the towel to cushion her knees, Lily knelt on the seat of the stool and leaned forward, draping her torso over the edge of the tub. She chilled as her tummy rested on the cold porcelain, but it was not nearly as chilling as the feel of Andrew’s hands covered in latex and probing her anal crack to greas
