She reached over and turned it on in speaker. “Emma are you in bed like you were told to?” “Yes sir, all tucked in for the night.” “Hands ab...ve the covers, no touching.”“Yes, Sir.” “Good night,” and he was gone. Emma did so want to touch, scratch the itches that Donald got started in her again this afternoon. Instead, she kept her hands outside the cover as she was told. At her side, so as not to be tempted to try to rub through her comforter at herself. But soon she found her stretching her. He would occasionally tease me that if I “wasn’t straight I’d be his boyfriend”, but he never pushed beyond that. He came straight up to me and gave me a smile like he knew something I didn't.Curious what that look was all about – I assumed he had another wry, funny story about one of his sexual conquests or failures – I asked, “Hey, what’s up with you?”But he cocked his head and spoke into my ear, "I'm just deciding which straight boy I'm gonna' take home and turn gay tonight". Then he calmly. “Oh, I forgot to ask you,” Caleb said. “Are you ticklish?” I blushed. He was going to use this against me, I know he will. I nodded a little and Caleb smiled. “Perfect.” He said as he grabbed the vibrator. He plugged it into the wall, and switched it on. The buzzing sent shivers down my spine. “Ready babe?” Caleb asked. I shrugged. “As I’ll ever be.” He put the vibrator on my clit and I jumped. “Oh god!” I moaned. “Feels good?” Caleb asked. I nodded. He put it on a higher setting and I moaned. He remembered she had to measure his hips to complete his profile. He opened his eyes to see her standing there with her measuring tape. He started to get up to put his shorts on when she stopped him. He looked up into those beautiful eyes to tell her he was just putting on his shorts so she could finish her measurements. "Sir, please forgive me. I made such a mess on you. Don't move, I'll go get something to wash you off. Just hold still, I'll be right back. Then I can measure your hips and.