The next day passed in a blur of anxiety and dread. Amanda went through the motions of her daily routine, all while her stomach churned with the knowledge of what awaited her tomorrow. As evening approached, she found herself standing in front of her closet, agonizing over what to wear for her next "appointment" with Mr. Reynolds.

Her eyes landed on a sundress her aunt had given her for her birthday, but it wasn’t what she would consider sexy. She continued to rummage through her clothes, but nothing she had was going to work. She thought about her mother. They were roughly the same size and build, so maybe she would have something “sexy.”

Amanda jumped when there was a light knock on her bedroom door. “Honey, your father and I are going to the Johnstons to play cards. Are you going to be alright? You seemed gloomy all day. Because we can always cancel,” her mother said through the closed door.

Amanda walked over and opened the door, smiling at her mother. “I’m fine, Mom. I think maybe I just got a little too much sun yesterday at the park. You and Dad, go and have a good time.”

“Okay, sweetie. We should be home around 11. If you need us to come home earlier, just call,” her mother said and then headed down the stairs.

Amanda closed her door and waited in her room until she heard the garage door close and the car back out of the driveway. After patiently waiting a few more minutes to make sure they didn’t come back because they forgot something, she made her way to her parent’s room to look for something sexy to wear to appease Mr. Reynolds.

Amanda started methodically going through her mother's dresser drawers. The first few contained only everyday wear - plain cotton panties, comfortable bras, and sensible pajamas. But as she rummaged through the bottom drawer, her eyes widened in surprise. Hidden beneath a layer of sweaters were silky lingerie sets, lacy thongs, and sheer stockings.

Her hands shook slightly as she lifted out a black lace teddy. The material was so delicate it felt like gossamer between her fingers. She held it up against herself, studying her reflection in her mother's full-length mirror. The teddy would barely cover anything, leaving little to the imagination. Amanda's cheeks burned as she imagined wearing it for Mr. Reynolds.

Next, she found a red silk chemise with matching panties. The fabric was cool and smooth against her skin as she ran her hand over it. She pictured herself in the outfit, the thin material clinging to her curves. Would this be sexy enough to satisfy Mr. Reynolds?

As she continued to search, Amanda came across something that made her gasp. Tucked away in the back of the drawer was a sheer white Babydoll nightie. The bodice was adorned with delicate lace, and the skirt flared out in soft ruffles that would barely cover her bottom. Attached was a pair of white lacy G-string panties so tiny they were practically non-existent.

Amanda's heart raced as she held up the Babydoll. It was simultaneously innocent and incredibly seductive. She knew immediately that this was what she would wear for Mr. Reynolds.

She carefully folded the lingerie and set it aside. She made sure to return everything else to its proper place in her mother's drawer, not wanting to leave any evidence of her snooping.

Back in her room, Amanda couldn't resist trying on the Babydoll. She stripped naked and slipped the delicate garment over her head, not bothering with the panties. The soft fabric caressed her skin as it settled into place. Looking in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. The sheer material did little to hide her small breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. The skirt barely covered her bottom, and as she turned, she could see the curves of her ass peeking out from beneath the ruffles.

A mix of emotions washed over her—shame at wearing something so revealing, excitement at how grown-up and sexy she looked, and a little thrill as she thought of Mr. Reynolds' reaction. She quickly took off the Babydoll and hid it in the back of her closet, her cheeks burning.

Sleep eluded her that night. Amanda tossed and turned, her dreams a confusing jumble of pleasure and shame. When morning finally came, she felt exhausted but wired with nervous energy. The hours seemed to crawl by as she waited for 2:00 PM to arrive.

At 1:20, Amanda retrieved the lingerie from her closet and locked herself in the bathroom. She carefully applied a little bit of eye makeup and brushed out her blonde hair before she slipped on the sheer white Babydoll nightie, her heart racing. The delicate fabric clung to her curves, showcasing her nubile teenage body underneath. She hesitated before sliding on the matching G-string panties, the thin strip of lace in the back disappearing into her butt crack. Looking into the mirror, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over her. The image staring back at her felt like a stranger, yet there was an undeniable thrill at how exquisitely sexy and seductive she appeared.

She carefully pulled on a loose sundress over the lingerie and slipped on a pair of sandals. As she left the house, she prayed none of the neighbors would see her. The bike ride to Mr. Reynolds' house seemed both agonizingly long and far too short.

When she arrived, Amanda's stomach was in knots. She parked her bike next to the front door and took a quick look around, making sure no one on the street could see her. She slipped off the sundress and sandals, stowing them next to her bike, and went to the front door wearing only the sheer white Babydoll. She hesitated a moment before finally ringing the bell. Mr. Reynolds answered with a broad smile.

"Welcome, Amanda," Mr. Reynolds said, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her scantily clad form. "My, don't you look delightful. Please, come in."

Amanda stepped inside, her cheeks burning as she felt Mr. Reynolds' gaze on her nearly naked body. The sheer Babydoll left very little to the imagination, and she fought the urge to cover herself with her hands.

"Turn around slowly," Mr. Reynolds instructed. "Let me see all of you."

Reluctantly, Amanda did as she was told, turning in a slow circle. She could feel the cool air on her exposed skin, acutely aware of how the short nightie barely covered her bottom.

"Exquisite," Mr. Reynolds murmured. "You've exceeded my expectations, my dear.”

Amanda's cheeks flushed with a timid and bashful smile as she lowered her head. The warmth of his praise filled her, knowing that she had properly chosen a sexy outfit that he truly enjoyed. Even though she didn’t want it, her heart fluttered with pride and satisfaction at the thought that she pleased him.

Taking her hand in his, Mr. Reynolds said, “Let's adjourn to the living room, shall we?" The warmth of his palm sent an involuntary shiver through her body. As they entered the living room, Amanda's eyes immediately fell on the Wheel of Desire, set up and waiting on the coffee table.

As she lowered herself onto the sofa, she looked at the board and noticed that the sections for “Spanking” and “Hand Job” had been covered with white and black triangles, respectively.

Mr. Reynolds, sitting on the chair across from her, noticed the look on her face and explained, “I want you to experience all the pleasures of the wheel, my darling. It would be no fun if the spinner kept landing on the same sections. So, if the spinner lands on the white section, you get to pick from the remaining options. If it lands on the black, then the choice will be mine. Isn’t that better?”

Amanda gulped, “I… I guess.” She grasped the delicate fabric of the baby doll and began to take it off.

“What are you doing?” Mr. Reynolds asked.

“Um… getting naked,” Amanda replied softly.

“No need for that, my dear. You went to so much effort to look sexy for me; I want you to keep it on so I can enjoy it,” Mr. Reynolds said with a smile. “Now then, why don’t you give the wheel a spin, and let’s see what adventures the afternoon has in store.”

With a slight tremble, Amanda reached out and spun the wheel. Her heart raced as she watched the pointer whirl around, slowing gradually before coming to rest on "Finger Fuck." A mixture of relief and apprehension washed over her - at least it wasn't one of the more extreme options.

Mr. Reynolds smiled. "Ah, a delightful selection to start with. Come here, my sweet."

Amanda stood, her emotions swirling in a mixture of disgust and excitement as she slowly approached him. He patted his lap, indicating for her to sit, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. As she perched nervously on his knees, she could feel the warmth of his body seep through the thin fabric of her Babydoll. Her heart raced as she braced herself for what was to come.

"Lean back against me," he instructed, his voice low and smooth.

Amanda did as she was told, her back pressing against his chest. She could feel his breath on her neck, sending tingles down her spine.

Mr. Reynolds' hands started at her knees, slowly sliding up her thighs. The roughness of his palms against her smooth skin made her gasp softly. His fingers played with the hem of her Babydoll, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath.

"Spread your legs for me, Amanda," he murmured into her ear.

Hesitantly, she parted her thighs. Mr. Reynolds' hand dipped between her legs, his fingers brushing against the lace of her G-string. Amanda's breath hitched at the contact.

"My, my," he chuckled lightly, feeling the dampness on her panties. "Does this excite you, Amanda?"

Amanda's cheeks burned with shame as she felt his fingers exploring her vagina through the thin lace. She wanted to deny it, but her body's response was undeniable. Mr. Reynolds hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her bare pussy to his touch. She whimpered softly as he ran a finger along her slit, spreading her moisture along her folds.

"So soft," Mr. Reynolds whispered appreciatively. "Your pussy is delightful."

He began to circle her clit with his thumb, while his middle finger teased her entrance. Amanda's hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation.

"Yes," he hissed.

Slowly, he slid his finger inside her. Amanda gasped at the intrusion, her inner walls clenching around the digit. Mr. Reynolds began to slowly pump his finger in and out, his thumb still working her clit.

"You're so tight," he groaned. "Has anyone ever touched you like this before?"

Amanda shook her head, mumbling, “N-No,” as pleasure began to build within her.

Mr. Reynolds added a second finger, stretching her further. He curled his fingers inside her, searching for that special spot. When he found it, Amanda cried out, her back arching.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked smugly.

"Y-yes," Amanda whimpered, shame and arousal warring within her. “Please, please don’t stop,” she quietly pleaded.

His fingers moved faster, fucking her relentlessly while his thumb continued rhythmically tapping her swollen clit. When he felt her start to quiver, knowing she was right on the verge of orgasm, he stopped and slowly pulled his fingers out of her pulsating pussy.

Amanda let out a frustrated whimper when he withdrew his fingers, leaving her teetering on the edge of climax. Her hips involuntarily bucked, seeking the stimulation that had been so abruptly taken away.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart? Do you want to cum?" Mr. Reynolds questioned, his voice low and husky in her ear.

"Y-yes," she whispered, her cheeks burning with shame at admitting it out loud.

"Yes, what?" he prompted, his wet fingers lightly tracing along her inner thighs and grazing her engorged labia.

Amanda swallowed hard. "Yes... please," she managed to stammer out.

"Please what, my dear? What do you want me to do?" Mr. Reynolds insisted, his touch maddeningly light as he continued to trace patterns on her sensitive skin.

"Please... make me cum," Amanda mewled, her voice barely audible as she surrendered to her body's desires.

Mr. Reynolds smiled against her neck. "Good girl," he muttered before plunging two fingers back into her dripping pussy.

His skilled fingers pushed into her relentlessly, finding that sweet spot inside her that set off explosions of pleasure. With each curl and twist, she was sent spiraling closer to the edge of ecstasy. His thumb expertly worked her swollen clitoris, sending jolts of intense pleasure through her body.

Amanda's hips ground against his hand, seeking more and more of the sensation he was providing. The pleasure built within her like a tidal wave, threatening to crash down at any moment. But just as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure, he withdrew his fingers.

Amanda screamed out like an animal, “FUCK!” Her body trembling on the brink of climax, her hips bucking desperately against empty air.

Mr. Reynolds chuckled darkly in her ear. "Patience, my sweet. I want you to savor this." His fingers, slick with her juices, traced lazy circles around her throbbing clit, never quite giving enough pressure to push her over the edge.

Amanda squirmed in his lap, her hips bucking frantically trying to get herself off. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes as the intense pleasure mingled with an aching need for release.

"Tell me how badly you want it," Mr. Reynolds whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"So bad," Amanda whimpered. "Please, I need to cum."

He waited a moment drawing out the anticipation before he plunged three fingers deep inside her. Amanda cried out at the sudden fullness, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion. Mr. Reynolds set a punishing pace, his thumb circling her clit with practiced precision.

"Cum for me, Amanda," he growled. "Cum!"

The combination of his words and relentless stimulation pushed her over the edge. Amanda's back arched and went rigid as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her body convulsing in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

Mr. Reynolds continued to work his fingers inside her, drawing out her climax until she collapsed against him, spent and trembling. He slowly withdrew his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to her lips. Dazed, Amanda parted her lips, allowing his fingers to slip into her mouth. The musky, tangy flavor of her own juices coated her tongue as she licked and sucked his fingers.

Amanda’s body felt like jelly as she lay against Mr. Reynolds's chest, still breathing heavily. His hands rested on her legs, caressing her soft skin. He spoke softly in her ear, "That was beautiful, my dear. Your orgasm was exquisite." His praise sent a confusing mix of pride and revulsion through her.

After a few minutes to recover, Mr. Reynolds gently helped Amanda stand from his lap and directed her back to the couch. "Why don't you take another spin of the wheel?" he suggested with a smile.