Amanda reached for the spinner, her mind still reeling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. The pointer whirled around before landing on the white section.

"Ah, it seems you get to choose this time," Mr. Reynolds said. "What would you like to try next?"

Amanda's eyes scanned the remaining options on the wheel. “Masturbate to Orgasm” seemed to be the least objectionable choice left but after the intense orgasm she just experienced she didn’t think she could do that right now. She knew there was no way she was going to pick the question mark. Hesitating, with a mix of fear and curiosity, her voice barely above a whisper she chose, "B-blowjob."

Mr. Reynolds raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. "An excellent choice, my dear.” He bent down and removed his shoes before he got up from the chair and made his way over to the sofa to stand by Amanda. She looked up at him with a weak smile, her bottom lip slightly trembling. He undid his belt and removed his trousers and underwear, his already hard cock pointing straight out. Amanda stared at it, mesmerized. It seemed even bigger than she remembered from a couple of days ago. Mr. Reynolds sat on the sofa and spread his thighs. “Why don’t you kneel between my legs?"

Amanda moved to kneel in front of him. Her heart raced with nerves as she had never done this before and was really unsure how to proceed. She hesitantly wrapped her small hand around his shaft feeling its firmness and heat against her skin and looked up at him.

Mr. Reynolds, interpreting her expression asked, “Have you never given a blowjob?”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as Amanda shook her head slightly, looking down in embarrassment. "No, I... I've never done this before," she admitted softly.

Mr. Reynolds smiled gently. "That's alright, my dear. I'll guide you through it. Start by licking the shaft, like it's an ice cream cone."

Hesitantly, Amanda leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. The taste and texture were foreign to her - salty, musky, with a hint of something she couldn't quite place. She repeated the motion, growing a little bolder with each lick.

"Good girl," Mr. Reynolds murmured encouragingly. "Now take the head into your mouth and continue to use your tongue. Keep your teeth from touching it."

Amanda parted her lips, taking the swollen tip into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it experimentally, eliciting a soft groan from Mr. Reynolds. Encouraged by his reaction, she took more of him into her mouth.

"That's it," he praised. "Stroke the base like you did the other day while you slide it in and out of your mouth gently sucking."

Following his instructions, Amanda began to bob her head up and down while stroking the base of his shaft with her hand. She could feel him pulsing against her tongue, seeming to grow even harder in her mouth.

"Look up at me," Mr. Reynolds commanded softly.

Amanda raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. The sight of her innocent hazel eyes looking up at him while her lips were stretched around his cock seemed to ignite something in Mr. Reynolds. He groaned deeply, his hips bucking slightly.

"Oh god, Amanda," he moaned. "You're a natural cocksucker."

His words of praise sent an unexpected thrill through her body, she so wanted to please him. She took his penis deeper into her mouth, sliding it in and out as she sucked harder. Mr. Reynolds' breathing became more ragged as she continued working him with her mouth and hand, his hips starting to thrust slightly to meet her movements. "Faster," he groaned. She nodded as best she could with her mouth full of his cock and increased the pace.

"That's it, sweetheart," he panted. "I'm getting close. I am going to cum, keep stroking me."

She could feel him swelling even more, his penis throbbing in her mouth. Suddenly, he let out a loud groan and his cock pulsed strongly. A hot, viscous spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. Amanda gagged and instinctively pulled her head away, his cock popping out of her mouth, cum flowing down her chin. She continued to stroke him as he instructed, spurts of semen splattering her neck and down the front of the white Babydoll.

As his orgasm subsided, Mr. Reynolds reached forward and gently stroked Amanda's hair. "You did wonderfully, my dear," he praised softly. "I wish you would have swallowed, but you can do that next time."

Amanda sat back on her heels, her jaw ached slightly, but there was an undeniable sense of accomplishment at having pleased him so thoroughly. She looked up at him and smiled, a mixture of shyness and pride.

“Why don’t you go and get yourself cleaned up,” Mr. Reynolds said as he rose and started putting his pants back on.

Amanda nodded, feeling the stickiness of Mr. Reynolds' semen on her chin and chest, and made her way to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and gasped softly. Her hair was tousled, her lips a little swollen from sucking cock, and her chin and neck were covered in cum.

She glanced down and noticed with a jolt of horror that the sheer white Babydoll she had stolen from her mother's dresser was stained with streaks of semen. “Oh no, oh no,” she muttered, panic rising in her chest as she realized she couldn't put it back in this condition.

Quickly, she wetted a washcloth and frantically scrubbed her face and neck, cleaning off the cum. She then turned her attention to the lingerie, attempting to dab away the stains with the damp cloth. But instead of disappearing, they seemed to smear and spread, making her heart sink even further into despair. Tears welled up in her eyes as she found herself at a loss for what to do next.

When she returned to the living room, Mr. Reynolds was fully dressed and sitting on the couch. He patted the spot next to him, inviting her to sit. As soon as she sat down she started crying.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” Mr. Reynolds asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

Still sobbing, Amanda gestured to the stains, “I- I stole this from my mother and- and now it is ruined. I don’t know what to do.”

Mr. Reynolds placed a comforting hand on Amanda's knee. "Shh, it's alright," he said soothingly, light stroking her skin. "I'll take care of it. Give me the Babydoll and I'll have it professionally cleaned. Your mother will never know."

Amanda sniffled, looking up at him with watery eyes. "Really? You'd do that?"

He nodded, smiling kindly. "Of course. You've been such a good girl for me, it's the least I can do."

Relief washed over Amanda as she slipped off the stained Babydoll and G-string, handing them to Mr. Reynolds. She sat there, nude and exposed, as he folded the delicate lingerie.

"Now then," he said, setting the Babydoll aside. “Why don't we call it a day and you can head on home?"

As Amanda stood from the couch, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Relief at having a solution for the ruined lingerie mixed with shame and confusion over what she had done today. And underlying it all was a growing, unwanted excitement about what might happen next time.

She walked naked to the door, Mr. Reynolds following behind, staring at her ass. She paused as she grasped the handle, looking back at Mr. Reynolds. "When- when should I come back?" she asked hesitantly.

"Let's make it Saturday evening at 7," he replied with a smile, "and wear something fun."

Amanda nodded. “Okay, Mr. Reynolds,” she acknowledged as she stepped out the front door, feeling the warmth of the sun on her nude body. She walked over to her bike and put on her sundress and sandals.

As she rode home, Amanda's mind raced with conflicting emotions. Shame and guilt warred with an undeniable thrill from the experiences she'd just had. Her body still tingled from the intense orgasm Mr. Reynolds had given her, and she could still taste him on her lips from the blowjob.

She pedaled faster, eager to get home and shower, but she knew no amount of scrubbing could erase the memories or the growing, confusing feelings inside her.

As she approached her house, Amanda's stomach dropped when she saw her mother standing in the front yard watering the hydrangea bushes. She'd left the house without telling her mother and had been gone for a few hours. Taking a deep breath, she parked her bike and went to see her mom.

Her mother turned as she approached, a concerned look on her face when she saw Amanda. "Hi honey, where have you been? I was starting to worry."

"Oh, um, just out riding my bike," Amanda lied, avoiding eye contact. "Lost track of time, I guess."

Her mother frowned slightly. "Well, next time, please let me know when you leave and if you plan on being gone so long.”

Amanda shuffled her feet. "Okay, mom, sorry.”

“Your father and I are going out to eat with the Franklins, so you will be on your own for dinner. I think there are a couple of frozen pizzas in the freezer,” her mother explained as she shut off the water at the hose bib.

Amanda nodded and hurried inside and up to her room, locking herself in the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her. She felt dirty and used, yet part of her craved more. The praise Mr. Reynolds had lavished on her made her feel special and desirable in a way she never had before. She knew what he was making her do was wrong, but she couldn't deny the excitement she felt at the thought of returning on Saturday.

That evening, alone in the house, Amanda found herself restless and unable to focus. She tried watching TV, but her mind kept drifting back to the afternoon's events. The memory of Mr. Reynolds' fingers inside her, the taste of him on her tongue, the way he'd looked at her with such desire - it all swirled in her head, making her feel dizzy with conflicting emotions.

She went to her room and laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her hand sliding down her belly and slipping beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. As her fingers brushed against her clit, she gasped softly.

Before she knew it, Amanda was masturbating furiously, her mind filled with images from earlier. She imagined Mr. Reynolds' fingers inside her, his cock in her mouth. She arched her back, biting her lip to stifle a moan. In her mind, she could hear his voice praising her, telling her what a good girl she was.

As her arousal built, Amanda's motions became more frantic. She thought about the Wheel of Desire and the items still remaining. She slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out while her thumb worked her clit. Her hips bucked against her hand as she chased her release.

"Please," she whimpered softly, lost in her fantasy. "Please, Mr. Reynolds, please let me cum."

With a cry, Amanda's body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over her. She shuddered through her orgasm, fingers still working her cunt to draw out every last sensation.

Afterwards, she curled up on her side, tears streaming down her face. How could she have enjoyed what he did to her? How could she be looking forward to seeing him again? The shame and self-loathing warred with the undeniable exhilaration she felt.

As she drifted off to sleep, Amanda's last thoughts were of what "something fun" she could wear for Mr. Reynolds on Saturday evening. Despite everything, she found herself eager to please him again.