Within seconds the door flew open and Jason flew into the room. He ran over to Steve and gripped him in a hug.
“Oh Stevie, it’s ok” he said softly, as Steve sniffled in his arms thankful for the kind embrace. He became aware of another presence at the door. He looked up and his jaw dropped.
“Ems!” He gasped, “you’re so big!” He added, freeing himself from Jasons arm and having to crane his neck to look her in the eye. Emma stepped forward with a grin on her face and easily picked him up off the floor.
“Stevie!” She chuckled, “you look so cute! Guess you’re the little monster now” she grinned. Steve wriggled in her grip, but couldn’t get her to put him down.
“That’s enough Ems!” Anne’s voice came from behind them. They turned to see her dressed already in a pair of Jean shorts and one of Steve’s muscle fit t-shirts.
“Anne, what are you wearing now?” Jason asked.
“We’ll apparently none of my tops fit me now, but guess whose do” she said gesturing first at the T-shirt, then at Steve.
“You’re joking!” Jason replied. Anne shook her head.
“Nope, not even my fucking bras” she said, “they look like they’d fit you though, so feel free” she added crossly.
“Right…” Jason began.
“Anyway, I need to have a word with Stevie, so go get dressed or whatever” she interrupted. Jason and Emma looked at each other, and Emma slowly put Steve back down on the floor.
“We’ll be back in 10 minutes ok” she said sweetly as she followed Jason back to the master bedroom. Once they’d gone Anne turned to Steven with an angry look on her face.
“Right mister, we need to talk!” She said sternly as she produced his phone from her pocket, “I’ve seen the kind of messages on here, and I’m not happy” she added. Steve could feel his heart pounding with nerves.
“Who are all these girls?” She demanded.
“Just girls I know” Steve replied meekly, slightly scared by the way she towered over him.
“Girls you’ve slept with you mean!” Anne snapped, “and some of them aren't even girls! Is this Macey Harper from down the street?” She added, pulling up the photo and flashing it to him.
“Yes” Steve replied, dropping his gaze.
“She’s 32 for gods sake Steve!” Anne growled, but in her mind a part of her was impressed he’d hooked up with that cougar.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” She said, folding her arms.
“I dunno” Steve said l sadly, his bottom lip quivering.
“Well then, if that’s all you have to say, I guess you need to be punished” Anne said, a smirk forming on her face, “first I'm keeping hold of your phone, and secondly, if you can’t respect women l, maybe you need to learn a little more about them. Sit over there” she said, pointing at the bed.
“What are you doing?” He asked meekly as he felt compelled to obey her.
“Choosing your outfit for the day” Anne replied smugly. She passed him a pair of bright pink panties with strawberries printed on, next she pulled out a pair of white tights, followed by one of Emma’s long sleeve t-shirts. Finally she reached into the closet and pulled out what looked like another set of dungarees, but on closer inspection, was actually a denim pinafore dress. Reluctantly Steve put the clothing on, struggling with the tights and the straps of the dress, but with a little help from Anne he got them on.
“Now the hair” she grinned, part of her delighted in seeing him struggle. It almost felt like payback for getting her in trouble yesterday. She moved behind him and put his shoulder length hair up into two pigtails.
“There, you can spend the day like that!” She smirked.
“But…” Steve began.
“No buts Miss..ster,” she interrupted, “maybe now you’ll start to see things from another perspective. Now, downstairs!” She added. Deciding there was no pint in fighting her, Steve hopped off the bed and sullenly made his way down to the kitchen. Anne was about to follow when the phone in her hand buzzed again. She glanced at the screen and saw it was a reply from none other than Macey Harper.
Ooh Yummy, but I can see you’re not Steve. His tits aren’t as nice as yours
Anne couldn’t believe it, was this woman flirting with her. She hesitated for a second then replied.
it’s Anne Farber. It’s complicated
Within seconds another reply came through.
oh really? Care to stop by later and Fill me in?
Anne blinked in disbelief, what was this woman’s problem?
“Maybe I should stop by and give her a piece of my mind!” She said to herself.
‘Or get a piece of that ass!’ The afterthought came from nowhere as she quickly replied
Sure
Great, I’ll be home around 11!
Anne shook her head as she slipped the phone back into her pocket.
“Oh just you wait” She muttered as she made her way downstairs, her cock throbbing a little in her shorts.
