2T4U/Jack/Morning/Fiona's/Ask what Fiona has in mind
Fiona's sudden eagerness is a little frightening, truth be told. But damnit if the whole situation isn't extremely enticing. "Share all my secrets"? "Frollic in the mysteries of eroticism and debauchery"? You would never have figured Fiona to be a kinky little pervert, but judging by her words she might be interested in doing something fun and fucked up. Besides, if you said no she would probably threaten to tell everyone how you almost snuffed the life out of her.
"Where, uh-... Where do you want to begin?" you ask.
"First," Fiona grins, casually stroking some cum from off her eyebrow. "I'm going to get cleaned up. And you're going to get something to eat. You'll need the energy."
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The fork scrapes against the plate as you finish your veal. Looking at the clock, it's well past lunch time - and you're still not in school. You doubt you'll be going there today, however.
Fiona watches you from where she stands, leaning against the sink. Her short hair is frizzily wet, and the ultramarine bathrobe hugs her tall frame tightly. A wisp of grey steam dances out of her coffee cup.
"Is it good?" she asks, icy eyes fixed on your body.
"It's all right."
"Men and their veal," she chuckles, as if at a joke only she understands. "I suppose young meat is sweeter."
You squint. Is she making an innuendo? If she's trying to hint that she wants you to fuck her granddaughter it's a bit too late. You heard her leave for school just a few minutes ago. Fiona doesn't push the matter any further though. She puts her cup down and walks over to the opposite end of your table; propping herself up on her elbows in front of you.
"Your cock is enormous, Jackie. It's a gift you need to cherish. I've had the privilege to taste it, but now I want to watch it in action."
You put your fork down. She's not kidding. She really wants you to fuck Samantha it seems. Clearing your throat, you muster up the courage to ask:
"So, you want to-... You want to watch me fuck--"
"Yes," she cuts you off with twinkling eyes and a wide smile. "I want to watch while you fuck Michelle."
Hold up.
"Michelle? Your-... Your poodle?"
"Oh, but Michelle is so much more than a poodle, my dear Jackie!" Fiona replies, grabbing your hand. "She is my soulmate. I see so much of myself in her, and I want her to experience the same joys I have. She's a full-blooded continental cut, from an unsullied bloodline with roots in France! You won't find a more expensive, wonderful and beautiful poodle anywhere else in the world. She's so delicate and frail, and the sheer thought of her being ravished by a brutal, big-cocked barbarian such as yourself is enough to make me tingle!"
Fiona wasn't lying. She really wants to explore some pretty debauched stuff.