Mr. Flemming was waiting for Amanda when she stepped out of the shower. “Hurry up, little bunny—Bea is making pancakes for breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry for pancakes,” Amanda replied.

“What are you hungry for?”

“Cock,” Amanda said, and she pulled Mr. Flemming pajama pants down as she knelt before him.

“Oh, Sweetie,” Mr. Flemming said, holding Amanda’s head as she sucked. “You’re going to ruin your appetite.”

“Mmm Hmm Mmm,” Amanda hummed as she sucked and stroked. “Mmmmm.” The hand not stroking found its way to Mr. Flemming’s bottom, and just like Bea had taught her, her forefinger edged into Mr. Flemming’s asshole.

That did the trick. Mr. Flemming erupted, jolts of hot creamy cum flooding Amanda’s mouth. She swallowed it all.

“There,” she proclaimed. “Now let’s go get those pancakes.”

Bea was just putting them on the plates. “Hm,” she said, noticing a spot of cum on Amanda’s lower lip. “I see you’ve already had the syrup.”

“Yes, but my little butt could use some buttering,” Amanda said, and she scrambled onto Mr. Flemming’s lap. “Butter me,” she said, squirming and wiggling. “Butter my butt.”

“You sure are sassy this morning,” Mr. Flemming said. His big hands held Amanda still. He squeezed Amanda’s small breasts. He pinched Amanda’s tiny nipples.

“Touch your clit,” Bea instructed. “Rub it, sweetie.”

Amanda touched her clit. Mr. Flemming squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. With a cry, Amanda came. Her cum butter bathed Mr. Flemming’s cock. It erected enough to penetrate her cunt. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” she sang out. Mr. Flemming continued to pinch the tight nipples, to squeeze the small breasts. His cock grew bigger in her clenching cunt. “Ohgodohgodohgod.” Bea took over the stimulation of Amanda’s clit, first with her finger, then with her tongue. “Ohgodohgodohgod.” Amanda came again. Mr. Flemming’s cock stayed stiff inside her. There were going to be more orgasms before breakfast was done.