Stretching the Brat!

Her mother told him that Mandy just needed a little guidence. A father figure. Someone to show her the error of her ways; perhaps with a little discipline. But Mandy wanted more...

“I can’t do it,” I said, half-heartedly pushing her away.

She remained firm; reaching up and running her fingers into my hair, before sinking them in and grabbing tightly. Her face was close to mine as she pleaded, “Please do it. You’ll love it… I promise.”