Chapter 8

She hopped down off the table, causing her breasts to bounce. Watching her, he felt his cock twitch. He let out a soft moan of desire. ""Excuse me?" she asked, not sure if he had said something. "Nothing, little one, now bend over the table," he instructed. "Rest your arms on it, that should make you comfortable," he continued. She did as instructed, the gown falling open in the back exposing her backside.

He pulled a thermometer out of a jar on the table. "Now, I am sorry, but this is going to be cold," he warned her. Moving the gown completely off her butt, he allowed his fingers to brush along her skin. Lining the thermometer up with her perfect little hole, slowly he slid it into her.

She could feel his fingers as they slid between her cheeks. Then they were against her hole. "Oh, I think it is too far in" she mumbled. He slid it almost all the way out. Then he began to slide it in again. "How's that?&q