Mr. Flemming was in his pajamas relaxing on the ottoman when Amanda came into the room.

“Oh, having a spot of tea?” said Mr. Flemming in his atrocious British accent.

Amanda couldn’t help laughing. “You’re going to make me spill,” she managed to say.

“What’s so funny about having a spot of tea?”

“Nothing,” blurted Amanda, and she began laughing again. “But it’s not tea and it’s not for me.”

“Oh, what is it? Is it for me?”

“It’s coffee. Reheated coffee from this morning, with two scoops of ice cream in it. It’s for Bea. She’s busy writing a fox and bunny story. She asked me to get it for her.”

“You were distracting her.”

“I was not! How was I distracting her?”

“You were being you, and naked, and nearby.”

“Oh,” said Amanda.

“Yes,” said Mr. Flemming. “Just like you’re distracting me.”

“I’m distracting you?”

“Yes, can’t you see?” Mr. Flemming pointed to his groin. His penis, fully erect, poked through the flap of his pajama bottoms.

“Oh,” said Amanda.

“Yes,” said Mr. Flemming. “So it’s only fair if I distract you.”

“It is?”

“Yes. Fair is fair. Come closer.”

Amanda stepped closer to Mr. Flemming. Mr. Flemming reached out. His hand tucked itself between Amanda’s legs. His middle finger and forefinger eased through the slippery folds of Amanda’s sex. He fondled the succulent petals. He penetrated the sweet flower. He finger fucked Amanda’s cunt.

“Oh, Mr. Flemming, you’re going to make me spill.”

“Yes,” said Mr. Flemming. “I’m going to make you spill.” His fingers retreated, but just enough to stimulate the bud of Amanda’s startlingly erect little clitoris.

“Spill, darling, spill,” Mr. Flemming coaxed.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Amanda moaned. A moment later she gasped, and her cunt gushed in orgasm. Simultaneously she dropped the cup straight onto Mr. Flemming’s lap.

“Oh no,” I’ve scalded you,” Amanda blurted.

“You didn’t,” Mr. Flemming assured her. “Your cunt was hotter than the coffee.” He tasted the two fingers that had been inside Amanda. “All that lovely cream.”

“Just to make sure,” Amanda said, going to her knees, “I’m going to taste your coffee covered cock. I’m going to taste it and taste it until you spill. I’m going to drink your cream. Fair is fair.”