I locked eyes with Ruth, giving her a slow, reassuring nod before turning my attention back to Ada. My voice was a low, steady rumble, thick with authority. "Mother Ada… you can take a piss now. Don't worry—I'm watching. Nothing will happen."
Ada's breath hitched, her thighs trembling slightly as she shifted on the toilet seat, her bare ass pressing against the cold porcelain.
She hesitated for only a moment before spreading her legs wider, her knees falling open in a slow, deliberate motion. Her fingers trembled as she reached down, parting the thick, dark curls of her bush with her thumbs, pulling her pussy lips apart to expose the glistening, swollen pink flesh beneath.
The sight was obscene, raw, and hypnotic. Her inner lips were slick, already damp with arousal or sweat, the hood of her clit slightly retracted as she stretched herself open.
