I played with her curls, pulling them taut and combing the wet tangle. “Well… perhaps… if…” She raised up on her other elbow. “What? Tell me, Ruby, what you need from me to atone for this morning.” As I pondered, I lapped her crinkled folds, my chin rocking side-to-side and my eyes turned inward. A very wicked thought made me draw back and grin. “I’m thinking tit-for-tat, Louisa. Or, more accurately, a piss for a piss.” I stood up then crawled over her supine form until my knees gripped her shoulders. I gazed down. “Should I use the chamber pot?”
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