The next thing she knew, Mr. Kapoor's hand was in her hair, pulling her to her feet. "Now, let's make my toy clean," he murmured.

With a sense of dread and anticipation, Shreya followed him into the bathroom, the cold tile floor feeling like ice against her bare feet. He sat her down on the toilet, the vibrator still lodged in her pussy, and began to run a warm bath. She watched him, her eyes wide and needy, her body still trembling from the intensity of the past few minutes.