You're finally home, after a long day, your keys jangle in the lock, then clink and click as you drop them into their dish...

"Baby girl, I'm home!"

You're greeted by silence, there's no answer. You check the living room, the kitchen, empty. You rap lightly on the backthroom door and peek inside, and again at her room,she's nowhere to be found. You walk down the hall, half puzzled, when a faint buzz catches your ear. It grows louder as you approach the door to your own room, and there she is...

She's squirming on your bed, her face nuzzled against your pillow, her soft brown skin bare and flushed, one hand wrapped around her swollen hen, stiff and dribbling sticky-slick strands of pre over her fingers, the other hand is sliding the buzzing length of a vibrator back and forth across the slick purple head of it.

You're taken aback, for only an instant, she hasn't noticed you, too caught up in the moment, her gasping, breathy little squeaks and the humm of the toy filling the air...

Oh dear, what a… Bad Girl / Good Girl