Christopher was already asleep when Wendy got into his room. That was not a problem, it would serve her purpose.

She sprayed the portion in his room. She had already rubbed the other on her body.

She approached the bed stealthily. Then she knelt by the side of the bed and eased Christopher of his boxers.

He heaved a sigh as though relieved of a burdensome cloth. His cock was flaccid, Wendy thought and bit back a smile. That can be remedied, she thought again, feeling desire flare in her.

She ...