“Come back tomorrow,” he called as I ran down the road.The run home was pretty uneventful, although the seam of my shorts irritated my pussy and made it dampen from the stimulation. I was exhausted when I finally staggered into the yard.All the doors were locked and I found Sheila sunning herself in the back yard. “Did you follow my instructions?” she asked.“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.“Take off your clothes,” she ordered. Fortunately, the yard was surrounded by a tall hedge. I stripped, then bent over so she could smell my breath. “Good girl, Charlene,” she said as she cupped one of my dangling breasts. “You’re a sweaty little cocksucker.”She stood and went to the hose. “Lift your arms.” When I complied, she turned the ice cold spray on me. I yipped and jumped around but held still when she reprimanded me. She rinsed me from head to toe, paying special attention to my pussy and ass. By the time she was done, I was shivering.“You can go naked the rest of the night. Check on supper, wash. They are wetting.Bent down to the table, I am surprised as a door slams loudly behind me and I wobble a little. I briefly brace myself against the table. My computer's music has stopped, the screen has gone black.I kneel on the carpet,pressing my bare belly against the smooth cold coffee table. Pushing my computer out of the way with my arm, I grab my ass with one hand and lean my shoulder on the coffee table, bringing my other hand down to my clit. The smell of hot musky skin, humid buttery fluids and slight bitter acids all waft up from my cunt.I can smell the pineapple slices on their plate near my face. I imagine what my juices would smell like to a face under the table, looking up, tickling my labia and gently holding them apart.I think I must be as glistening as fresh fruit by now.I stick my longest finger in my cunt up to the first knuckle and trace it on my mouth to taste it.My juices taste like salty water with a little sweetness. I smell like hot pineapple and.