TBaby/Jason/Veronica/Friday/Ronnie and Emily/Emily

When Emily picks her up and tells her it's time to go to bed, you can see the disappointment on the toddler's face. "Do I have to," she whines.

"Yes, you go to bed like a good girl and give you a treat in the morning," Emily says as she carried her into the bedroom.

You stay on the couch, wondering what on earth is going on, but you realise that Emily has got you by the balls to all you can do is wait and see what she's got in mind. She doesn't take very long to settle Ronnie and then she goes into the kitchen and comes back with two glasses and puts them on the table. You pick yours up and take a sip of what looks like Coke, but it tastes slightly odd.

"I put a drop of vodka in it," Emily says and holds her glass up. "Cheers." You clink glasses with her and take another swallow. "It's not bad," you think, even though you would have preferred plain Coke.

"Is it just little girls you like, or do you like big ones as well," she asks.

You can't get your head around this and you feel yourself blushing again. "I, I…" You can't think what to say so you just shrug.

Emily takes a big slurp from her glass and you guess that there is a lot more vodka in hers than she put in yours. "I know you didn't actually fuck Ronnie yet, but I guess it's only a matter of time," she says. Your face is burning; she's saying this in a normal everyday tone of voice as if she was talking about the weather or the price of shoes. You wonder how she knows, but you guess that Ronnie must have told her.

"Wha, what are you going to do," you stammer.

She takes another drink, draining her glass. Your mouth is dry so you follow suit. She smiles. "I guess that's up to you really," she says and puts her hand on your bare leg. You're sitting, frozen, with your hands on your lap and your aware that your cock has shrunk and your balls have gone back where they came from. All it would take will be one phone call from her and you'd be sent off to prison and spend the rest of your life on the sex-offenders register.

Her hand slides further up your thigh, under the leg of your shorts and it begins to dawn on you that she has something else in mind and you begin to relax. "Do you think yours is the first cock that Ronnie's ever played with," she asks.

You had assumed that, but you just shrug. Emily's hand is right at the top of your thigh now and you can feel the blood returning to your cock. "She was always a little slut, right from when she was a tiny baby," Emily says.

• Emily's story

• She tells you that she knows what you've been doing with her daughter