“You’re finished already?” You ask as your new toy looks up from his work.
“Yes.” He says “Do you need me to massage you now?” he asks, eying your body greedily. You give a dismissive laugh.
“You do realize what will happen if you got a single one of those wrong, right?” You ask. He looks confused for a second, until you grasp your breast with both hands and jiggle them slightly. Now he gets it. It takes this one a little while to catch on.
“Are you sure you don’t want to double check?”
“I… uh… already did. They’re right.” He says with great uncertainty.
“We’ll find out tomorrow.” You say inspiring great fear in him. You poke at your pudgy belly once more. Yeah, you’ve definitely finished with your ex… whatever his name was. And that means…