One of my regular viewers, though, is happy that Mangelli hasn’t come back. GingerWatchman requests a private session on Tuesday, and I know he’ll pay well if I chat him up and do exactly what he wants.
Tonight, though, he’s exceptionally bossy.
take off your panties, he demands. So I do, making as sexy a show of it as I can. then use the blue dildo.
I retrieve the dildo he requested and make sure to moan plenty while fucking myself with it. At the end, he leaves a huge tip, so at least that was worthwhile.
I stop in at the tea shop on Wednesday to see Tilly, and she gives me my tea for free before she takes her break. Then we sit outside together while she smokes her cigarette, and I tell her everything that’s happened since I saw her last week.
“Wait a sec,” she says suddenly, then puts the cigarette out. “You shouldn’t be breathing in secondhand smoke if you might be pregnant.”
“Oh. Good point.” There are a lot of things I shouldn’t be doing, probably. “Is tea okay?”
“I think it’s fine,” she says, flicking the butt in the trash. “You need some vices. But walk me through it again. You slept with a guy who’s married?”
I exhale through my teeth. “That’s the part you heard?”
“Is it an open marriage?”
I shrug helplessly. “He said so. I didn’t ask too many questions.”
“Maybe you should have.”
I glare at her, and she raises both hands in surrender.
“Just trying to look out for you,” she says. “You like this guy, I can tell.”
I hate that she’s right, but I cross my arms anyway. “We’re trying to make a kid. It’s different.”
She whistles. “Well, I hope this doesn’t blow up in your face. Rooting for you.”
I stick my tongue out, and she laughs. But it’s good to have a friend who will call you out.
Finally, it’s Thursday, and I’m eager to get to the yoga studio. I really should take Tilly’s advice and ask Mangelli a few more questions about what I’m walking into if we continue doing this.
Again, I’m early to yoga, arriving before they even open the doors after the previous class. So I wait outside for Mangelli to show up. People come and go, and I tap my toe.
When he finally does appear, though… he’s not alone. There’s another satyr with him, this one with black fur and a black mane, no markings on him. He wears a cute pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Both of them slow down as they approach me.
“Hey, Bree,” Mangelli says, but he doesn’t seem as bright or chipper as usual. If anything, he’s nervous. “This is, um…”
“Hello,” says the other satyr, extending his hand to me. “I’m Bennett. Arthur’s husband.”
His voice is familiar. Of course it is—I’ve met this guy before, and we know each other in a very intimate way already. He was the one who teased me and ate my ass.
I put on my best smile as I take his hand in mine and shake it, pretending nothing is wrong. “Nice to meet you, Bennett. You joining us for class today?”
He levels his gaze on me, and I get the sinking feeling that he already knows more than I thought he did.
“Hmm, you’re right,” Bennett says to Mangelli instead of answering me. “She smells really, really good.”
“What?” I ask, lifting my arm to sniff.
“Right?” Mangelli loops his arm around Bennett’s waist. “You feel it, don’t you?”
Bennett nods, and I wish I knew what was going on.
