“Does that hurt?” she asked, indicating the red mark on the side of Ron’s neck where Deanna has hit him.
“Nah,” he said, trying to shrug it off. “Well…maybe a little.”
She delicately placed her hand upon the wound and realized how close it came to being upon her own head. Ron had spared her that fate.
Very gradually, she shifted her feet up so that they were in his lap. She wasn’t trying to tease him, she was merely tired and was trying to get comfortable. The next thing she knew, Ron had her right foot in his hands.
Megan let out a little shriek and jumped back as more pee emptied into her panties. Ron looked about as guilty as she did surprised.
“Christ, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I’m such an idiot.”