Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
I’d tucked my charges in hours ago and was on the couch curled up with another naughty novel when Mr. M came through the door. His shoulders were slumped, and he was alone. I kicked my feet off the sofa and sat up. “Hey, welcome home.” I offered him a sweet smile, but he didn’t return it.
“Kayla, hey.” His big hand dragged through his hair as he exhaled heavily and walked closer.
“I-is everything okay? Where’s Mrs. M?” I peered behind him, but no one was there. The shake of his head told me date night hadn’t gone so well, but I had no idea by the end of the night, I’d be turned from just their babysitter to Mr. M’s submissive Cumslut.