The pointer whirled around before coming to rest on one of the white sections.

"Ah, how exciting," he said with a smile. "You get to choose what we do next. What would you like, my dear?"

Amanda looked down shyly, her cheeks flushing pink as she quietly said, "I want to masturbate for you."

Mr. Reynolds raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased by her choice. "My, my," he said with a smile. "How delightful. Please, make yourself comfortable. I would really enjoy watching you pleasure yourself."

Amanda's heart raced as she stood up and slowly removed her tank top, exposing her firm breasts. She then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked. She sat back on the couch, leaning against the arm and spreading her legs wide, giving Mr. Reynolds an unobstructed view of her pussy. Her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as she began to touch herself.

She started by running her hands over her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She let out a soft moan at the sensation. Her right hand then trailed down her stomach to her bald pussy. She gasped softly as she ran a finger along her slit, finding herself already wet with arousal. She used two fingers to spread her lips, fully exposing herself to him.

With a seductive smile, she brought her left hand to her mouth and sensually sucked on the middle finger before trailing it down between her legs. Her wetted finger expertly danced over her clitoris, sending electrifying waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help but let out gasps and moans as the pleasure intensified, causing her hips to involuntarily rock with the rhythm. She could feel Mr. Reynolds' intense gaze on her, watching her every move.

"That's it, sweetheart," he coaxed encouragingly. "Show me how you like to get yourself off."

Emboldened by his words, Amanda slipped two fingers of her right hand inside herself, pumping them in and out while her left hand continued to stimulate her clit. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. As she masturbated, her mind drifted to the events that occurred since she was caught skinny-dipping by Mr. Reynolds. She recalled the initial fear and shame when he caught her, which slowly gave way to confusion as her body responded to his touch. She remembered the thrill of spinning the Wheel of Desire for the first time, not knowing what awaited her.

Memories flashed through her mind — getting aroused as she had her bare bottom paddled; Mr. Reynolds' fingers inside her, making her cum harder than she ever had before; the sight of cum exploding from his penis when she gave him a hand job; the taste of his dick in her mouth as she gave her first blowjob; the parade of anonymous cocks at the glory hole, including sucking off her father; and most recently, the intense pleasure of having her ass fucked for the first time.

As these images swirled in her head, Amanda's fingers moved faster. She could feel her orgasm building, her hips rocking urgently against her hand. "Oh god, oh fuck," she moaned.

"Look at me," Mr. Reynolds commanded softly. "I want to look into your eyes when you cum."

Amanda's eyes fluttered open, meeting Mr. Reynolds' intense gaze. The combination of his eyes on her and her own vigorous fingering pushed her over the edge. Her back arched as waves of pleasure washed over her, a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips. Her body shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm, her fingers still working her sensitive clit.

As the aftershocks subsided, Amanda slowly withdrew her fingers, suddenly feeling shy and exposed. Mr. Reynolds smiled at her approvingly.

"That was beautiful, my dear," he said. "You've come such a long way since our first encounter."

Amanda blushed at his praise, a mix of pride and embarrassment washing over her. She knew she should feel disgusted by what she'd become, by how much she now enjoyed these depraved acts. But she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at Mr. Reynolds' words.

"Thank you," she said softly, averting her eyes.

“Why don’t you relax a bit, maybe take a swim, before you get dressed and head home,” Mr. Reynolds offered, gesturing out the window at the sparkling pool. “You should feel free to come by any time and use the pool. The only rule is no swimsuits,” he said with a wink.

Amanda laughed, recalling how this whole situation had started with her skinny dipping in his pool. "Okay," she said with a shy smile. "A swim sounds nice."

She stood up and made her way out to the pool area. The warm early evening sun felt good on her bare skin as she dove into the cool water. As she swam lazy laps, Amanda's mind drifted over everything that had happened since that fateful day. She was surprised to realize that she no longer felt the overwhelming shame and disgust that had initially plagued her. Instead, she felt a mix of excitement and anticipation for what might come next.

After about 20 minutes of swimming, Amanda climbed out of the pool and dried off with a towel Mr. Reynolds had left out for her. She went back to the living room and got dressed, wincing slightly as she pulled her underwear on over her still-tender bottom. "Did you enjoy your swim?" he asked with a smile.

Amanda nodded. "Yes, thank you," she replied. “It was very refreshing.”

"Good," he said. "It’s probably time for you to head home. Why don’t you come back Wednesday at 2:00 and we’ll have another spin of the wheel."

“What should I wear?” Amanda asked as they walked to the front door.

“I’m thinking something youthful,” he responded as he opened the door for her.

Amanda said goodbye and made her way over to her bicycle. As she pedaled home, avoiding sitting on the seat, her mind raced with thoughts of what Wednesday might bring. Part of her was still appalled at how eagerly she now anticipated these encounters with Mr. Reynolds, but she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that ran through her at the prospect of another spin of the Wheel of Desire.

When she arrived home, her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "How was your day, sweetheart?" she asked.

"Oh, it was fine," Amanda replied, trying to keep her voice casual. "Just hung out with some friends."

She quickly excused herself and went to her room to take a shower. As the hot water cascaded over her body, Amanda's mind drifted back to the intense pleasure she had experienced that day. Her hand unconsciously moved between her legs, her fingers grazing her still-sensitive clit. Before she knew it, she was masturbating again, reliving the sensation of Mr. Reynolds' cock in her ass and the thrill of performing for him.

As she drifted off to sleep that night, Amanda's last thoughts were of Mr. Reynolds and what new experiences awaited her on Wednesday afternoon. Despite everything, she found herself looking forward to it with a mixture of nervous anticipation and undeniable excitement.