Chapter 78: Little Toes

When Miller Cutmore stepped out of Aunt Blake's room, he felt like he'd just taken a sauna; sweat soaked him from head to toe. The beauty inside wasn't any better. For the medicine to take effect, she couldn't move. She lay facedown, feigning sleep, while her mind replayed the insane scene from moments ago. That little punk was outrageous! She was his elder, yet he had taken full advantage. Front and back, he had touched her everywhere. The terrifying part was, she hadn't stopped him from start...